O sight to wring the heart,
That, royal both, we should encounter thus!
You, robed in blood, and I,
A tortured thing, transfixed against a tree,
Sunk in a stupor, blind, like a wretched caterpillar!
You have delivered me!
And I,
I shall not permit you to die in such despair.
No, do not think that you can do it!
She will not abandon you, she whom you have delivered,