Sixth Student. And the bride! Yes, sure enough, our Phene! Should you have known her in her clothes? How magnificently pale!

Gottheb. She does not also take it for earnest, I hope?

First Student. Oh, Natalia's concern, that is! We settle with Natalia.

Sixth Student. She does not speak—has evidently let out no word. The only thing is, will she equally remember the rest of her lesson, and repeat correctly all those verses which are to break the secret' to Jules?

Gottheb. How he gazes on her! Pity—pity!

First Student. They go in—now, silence! You three,—not nearer the window, mind, than that promegranate—just where the little girl, who a few minutes ago passed us singing, is seated!

Do not die, Phenel I am yours now, you
Are mine now; let fate reach me how she likes,
If you'll not die—so, never die! Sit here—
My work-room's single seat. I overlean
This length of hair and lustrous front; they turn
Like an entire flower upward: eyes—lips—last
Your chin—no, last your throat turns—'tis their scent
Pulls down my face upon you! Nay, look ever
This one way till I change, grow you—I could
Change into you, Beloved!