Ob, And I have loved this man!

550

[IDA falls senseless; JOSEPHINE stands speechless with

horror.

Sieg. The wretch hath slain Them both! - My Josephine! we are now alone! Would we had ever been so ! All is over For me! Now open wide, my sire, thy grave;

Thy curse hath dug it deeper for thy son In mine! The race of Siegendorf is past.

Yes I nursed thee, Because thou wert my first-born, and I

knew not

[As he rushes to throw himself upon the knife, his eye is suddenly caught by the fountain, which seems in motion.

The fountain moves without a wind: but shall

The ripple of a spring change my resolve? No. Yet it moves again! The waters stir, Not as with air, but by some subterrane And rocking power of the internal world. 80 What's here? A mist! No more?

[A cloud comes from the fountain. He stands gazing upon it; it is dispelled, and a tall black man comes towards him.