The Deserter: Fasten the pelt more closely around your shoulders for it exposes the flesh beneath the arm, and it is not fitting you should uncover yourself so before a man.
Ah! Ah! The tears are flowing from your eyes! Now I can die, for I have seen you weep!
Stay where you are. With night the wolves will come
And, rearing up, they will rend you piece-meal and tear your limbs from your body,
And the ravens will pluck out your eyes.
Stay there and die.
(He goes out.
The Princess (shrieking suddenly): Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!
Oh! (She stops as if stifled.)
O hands by which I am fixed as the vine is fastened to the wall!