Queen-M. To heaven let her complain, if she have wrong;
I murder but the murd'ress of my son.
All. We murder [but] the murd'ress of our king.[62]
Alv. Ah me! my child! O, O, cease your torturing!
Maria. Heaven ope your windows, that my spotless soul,
Riding upon the wings of innocence,
May enter Paradise. Fairies, farewell;
Fernando's death in mine you did foretell.
[She dies. King wakes.
King. Who calls Fernando? Love—Maria, speak;
O, whither art thou fled? Whence flow these waters,
That fall like winter-storms from the drown'd eyes?
Alv. From my Maria's death.
King. My Maria dead!
Damn'd be the soul to hell that stopp'd her breath.
Maria! O me! who durst murder thee?
Queen-M. I thought my dear Fernando had been dead,
And in my indignation murder'd her.
King. I was not dead, until you murder'd me
By killing fair Maria.