The Maiden. 'Remember, you have sworn to be true until death.'
Wilt thou follow me, if I fly near to lead thee on?
The Man. Stay, and melt not like a dream away! If thou art beautiful above all other beauty; a thought above all other thoughts—why tarriest thou no longer than a wish a fading vision?
The window of the house standing in the garden is opened.
A Female Voice. The chill of the night air will fall upon your breast, my dear. Come back, Henry; it is fearful to be here alone in this vast dark room.
The Man. Yes; in an instant.
The fair spirit has vanished, but she promised to return for me—and then farewell house and garden! and farewell wife! created for the house and garden, but not for me!
Female Voice. For God's sake, come in! It grows so chill toward morning.
The Man. But my child—O God!
He leaves the garden.