Melfort.
Evaïd.
The Chorus of the Marsh.
A Marsh. Midnight and the setting moon.
Enter Melfort, plunging about in water.
(A cry is heard.)
Melfort.Who cries! In the night and the silence—who cries!
Chorus.Súmph, súmph, súmph, súmph.
Melfort.What was it?
Melfort.What was it?I hear but the whine of the wind