Luc. Come and see—
Justina (waking). Mercy upon me! Who is this?
Luc. Justina, your good angel,
Who, moved by your relenting to the sighs
Of one who lost himself for your disdain,
Will lead you to the cavern where he lies
Subsisting on the memory of your eyes—
Just. ’Twas all a dream!—
Luc. That dreaming you fulfil.
Just. Oh, no, with all my waking soul renounce.