Who is this woman that with eager arms
Embraceth his pale corpse?
Sa. (pressing forward). How sayst thou? Almeh.
Dead, dead.
En.Not so, she is warm.
Sa.Almeh. Sweet’st Almeh
O nay, she is dead. Ah, loveliest child of earth,
Is thy young bloom perished? Alas! alas!
Is this thy end? O miserable king,
What hast thou done?