And look upon thy bride for once and all,
For by the Heaven above, the eye of man
Shall never rest upon my face again!
[She covers her face with veil, and exit.
Mous. (furiously). Fiends tear your throat to rags!—No, no, I rave——
Hilda—come back to me—I’ll be thy slave,
Thy willing slave once more! I did but jest:
My jest is dead and gone—come back to me!
I will release thee from thy plighted troth:
I love thee—love thee—love thee! Oh, come back,