Ostyn. ’Tis only I who hold you, dear!
Theodora.They murder me—Heaven murders me!
Away!
Ostyn. You’ll fall!
Theodora. Ostyn. You’ll fall!God’s thunder smites me black!
Oh, oh!
Ostyn.The water draws her.
Theodora. Ostyn.The water draws her.He walks upon the water.
There is a cavern in his breast—there, there!
A crimson cavern in his breast he points at.