Come at his call! The earth is bright for thee.
See how he loves thee. Oh, Vavir, come back!
Vav. (very faintly). It is too late—too late! I feel the hand
Of Death upon my heart. So let it be.
My day is spent—my tale is nearly told!
Hil. Vavir—Vavir!
Have pity on us! Gentle little soul,
Fly not to thine appointed Heaven—not yet—
Not yet—not yet! Eternity is thine;
Spare but a few brief years to us on Earth,