(She painfully sinks to her knees and kisses him on the lips, then rises.
You tremble, my heart?
I was born that I might live. And I die that I may....
(She dies.
First Officer: The Queen is dead.
Second Officer: How her head suddenly drooped beneath the crown!
The Commander: O Queen! O Empress still warm!
Third Officer: Her golden shoes have made
Only a rustling in the bed of leaves.
(Pause. The commander gently and respectfully lays the body of the Queen on the ground.