MONTEBESA.
A mountain chief and his fair daughter rescue
From ruffian robbers. In its youthful charms
He saw the virgin's unveil'd face. Alas!
A sight so rare he could not see unmoved.
Restless and troubled, like a stricken wretch
Whom sorcery possesses, for a while
He strove against his passion, but at length
Nature gave way; and thou may'st guess what follows.
ARTINA.
MONTEBESA.
And thou, dear daughter, must prepare thyself
To bear some natural change.
[Artina faints away in the arms of Sabawatté.]
SABAWATTÉ.
These cruel words have dealt the fatal blow.
MONTEBESA.
Which, though it seems appalling, brings relief,
Ev'n like Niwané, when the virtuous soul
Hath run, through many a change, its troubled course.
Let us remove her gently to my couch.
[Exeunt.