Am. How peacefully she sleeps! Oh, Melusine,
Can it be that this solemn death-like calm
Is but the silent herald of the end?
Mel. As she has lived, so will our darling die—
Gently and peacefully. This tranquil sleep
May change to tranquil death, and give no sign.
So will she pass away!
Am.But see—she wakes:
Would Heaven that we had fairer news for thee,
My poor Vavir!