Flor. But if the rumours of thy Florian’s death
Should prove, as rumours often prove, untrue?
If he should be alive—loving thee well—
Eager to tell his love to thee—what then?
Hil. (sadly). Thou jealous fount, what untold miracle
Would bear the tidings to this lonely isle?
Flor. Say that in wandering through the unknown world
Chance led Prince Florian to these shores, and he,
Flushed with the radiance of thy loveliness,
Stood manifest before thine eyes—what then?