What, wounded in water, yet so warm!)
Evaïd.I am dying. Let me be.
Let me perish, let me be.
Melfort.No, no, you shall not perish, dear,
For I will bring you succour soon.
So courage, my child—I will return.
Evaïd.Do not leave me, do not grieve me,
Do not leave me ere I die;
If you leave me I shall perish;
Linger by me while I die.