Wife. Henry, my Henry, farewell!
The Wife of the Physician. You are then the count!
The Man. Mary! Mary!
Takes her in his arms.
Wife. I am well—happy! I die near thee!
Her head sinks upon his breast.
The Wife of the Physician. Her face grows crimson—the blood is rushing to her brain.
The Man. Her pure heart breaks—nor love nor wrong can ever reach her more! O Mary! Mary!
The Physician enters and approaches the sofa.
Physician. It is all over now: she is dead!