(Enter Chrysanthus.)
Chrysanthus.
Belovéd bride, 't is one to whom thy charms
Are even less dear than is thy soul, ah! me,
One who would live and who will die with thee.
Daria.
Belovéd spouse, my heart could not demand
Than thus to see thee near, to clasp thy hand,
A sweeter solace for my long dismay,
And all the awful wonders of this day.
Hear the surprising tale,
And thou wilt know . . .
Voices (within).
Search hill.
Others.
And plain.
Others.