Vig. Climb you no farther, sir.
Your wounds forbid. Our servants shall be sent
To bear you up.
Bion. Ay, wait you here, my lord.
[Exeunt Biondel and Vigard above]
Ber. Love, see the sun!
Ard. It is my heart, my heart!
[Curtain]
ACT IV
Scene: Same as first act. An altar near wall, left. Seven maidens putting fresh garlands about the hall.
Mylitta. She must be dressed by this. Come, let us sing!