Hil. Oh, Heaven, what then! Joy kills as sorrow kills.
I dare not think what then! Let it suffice
That I have given thee all—that I am thine
For ever and for aye!
Enter Mousta unperceived; he places himself so that the dial conceals him from Florian and Hilda.
Flor.“Ever and aye”
Are fragile flowers that fade before the breath
Of an old love long lost!
Hil.Oh, gentle voice,
Born of the falling water—have no fear—