[GUIMARD, who has been sitting listening with horror, falls down dead.]
Biskra.[Who has been on her knees, gets up after she has examined his pulse. Sings.] Simoon! Simoon! [She opens the doors, the draperies flap, she puts her finger on her mouth, and falls on her back.] Yousef!
SCENE III
Previous characters. YOUSEF coming up from the cellar.
Yousef.[Examines GUIMARD, looks for BISKRA.] Biskra! [He sees BISKRA, lifts her up in his arms.] Dost thou live?
Biskra. Is the Frank dead?
Yousef. If he is not, he shall be. Simoon! Simoon!
Biskra. Then I live. But give me water.
Yousef.[Props her against the wicket.] Here. Now Yousef is thine.
Biskra. And Biskra shall be the mother of thy son. Yousef, great Yousef!