Hernani: Be off, then.
The King: Very well, sir. I shall set
A price upon your head, and hound you down.
Hernani: I cannot kill you now, with Doña Sol
Looking at us. But I will keep my vow
When next we meet.
The King: Never shall you obtain
Mercy, respite, or pardon at my hands.
[He departs.
Doña Sol: Now let us fly.
Hernani: No; I must go alone.
It means death! Did you see King Charles's face?
It means death. Oh, my love, my sweet, true love!
You would have shared with me the wild, rough life
I lead up in the mountains: the green couch
Beneath the trees, the water from the brook.
But now I shall be hunted down and killed.
You must not come. Good-bye.
Doña Sol: Oh, Hernani!
Will you leave me like this?
Hernani: No, I will stay!
Fold your arms closely round me, love, and rest
Your dear head on my shoulder. Let us talk
In whispers, as we used to, when I came
At night beneath your window. Do you still
Remember our first meeting?
[There is a clash of bells.