Hil. So shalt thou live
To see my joy at thine own happiness.
Vavir, he will be sorry for a while.
Be kind to him—he will forget me then.
Remember, all my love for him is dead.
Kiss me, my child. Kiss me again. Farewell!
[Hilda pauses, looking at Vavir for a moment, then covers her face with the veil, and exit.
Vav. Oh, loving heart—sweet, gentle sister-heart—
To bid me blight the outset of thy life
That I may count the time that’s left to me