A life of self-reproach without that love—
Repentant and alone without that love—
Than stoop to gain it by such treachery.
Here is the talisman. (Zeolide takes it.) No longer armed
Against the sacred influence of Truth,
I tell you of my sorrow and my love
With all the warmth of a repentant heart!
(He presses Zeolide to his heart and kisses her.)
Altem. (indignantly). Give me that talisman! (Takes it) I have a clew
To much that was a mystery: Behold!