Vav. Where hast thou been? Throughout the long, long day
My weeping sisters have been seeking thee.
Hil. No matter now, Vavir. When thou art strong
I’ll tell thee all.
Vav.But I have news for thee,
Rare news, dear sister! Dry those gentle eyes;
The mighty sorrow that hath bowed thy heart
Is at an end! Thy prince—thy Florian,
Whom thou hast loved so tenderly—he lives!
Hilda, my sister, he is seeking thee!