Yes, thou shalt see him again. Arise quickly, run, fly to remove the dreadful danger which threatens him. Dost thou not tremble to come too late?⁠—But whither shall I run, mean wretch that I am. Does not Kerfael’s disdain foretell me, that he has abandoned me forever. Bimbreloqua enjoys him, and ’tis for her that I was going to save him: ah! let him rather die a thousand deaths. If he lives no more for me, why should I be concerned for his death?⁠—Yes, I am now convinced that my wrath is just. The ingrateful Kerfael has deserved all my hatred. I no longer have any remorse. I had done everything to keep him, I will do everything to destroy him. Yet one day later, and my revenge was disappointed. But his evil genius delivered him up to me, the very moment that he thought to escape me. He is fallen into the snare which I laid for him. I have him fast. The appointment, to which I contrived to bring thee, was the last which thou intendedst for me: but thou wilt not so soon forget it.⁠—With what address did you bring him to your beck? Fatme, how well concerted was your disorder? Your shrieks, your grief, your tears, your confusion, everything, even to your silence, has ruin’d Kerfael. Nothing can snatch him from his impending fate. Kerfael is dead⁠—You weep, wretched woman.