—Ah! I see again! Ah! ah!
(The sun near its setting fills all the scene with an immense redness.
O sun! You, my
Only love! O gulf and fire! O abyss! O blood!
O blood! O
Door! Gold! Gold! Absorb me, anger!
The Princess: How his thirst upraises him.
The King: I see.
—An odor of violets excites my soul to undo it.
The Princess: Tête-d'or, think of me!