Vav. (awaking, and very feebly). Thy face is very sad—
Are there no tidings of my sister?
Mel.None!
Vav. Dear Melusine, keep not the truth from me!
Some fearful evil has befallen her—
Tell me the truth. See, I am stronger now.
Mel. Nay, calm thyself, Vavir—save only that
She has been sought, and has not yet been found,
We have no truth to tell.
Vav.How speeds the day?