(Here let a rainbow appear in the sky.)
Now when falleth fast the rain,
I will bring the sun again;
And this bow shall plain be seen
As token that my wrath and spleen
Shall never wakened be.
The bow-string is turned towards you;
And toward me is bent the bow.
That such weather shall be no mo'e,
I promise thee.
God's blessing, Noah, I give thee here
(Blesses him; all kneel),
For vengeance shall no more appear.
And now farewell, my darling dear.
(Messenger goes.)
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