_5th Stud._ Look at the bridegroom! Half his hair in storm and half in calm,--patted down over the left temple,--like a frothy cup one blows on to cool it: and the same old blouse that he murders the marble in. _2d Stud._ Not a rich vest like yours, Hannibal Scratchy!--rich, that your face may the better set it off. _6th Stud._ And the bride! Yes, sure enough, our Phene! Should you have known her in her clothes? How magnificently pale! _Gott._ She does not also take it for earnest, I hope? _1st Stud._ Oh, Natalia's concern, that is! We settle with Natalia. _6th Stud._ 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? _Gott._ How he gazes on her! Pity--pity! _1st Stud._ They go in: now, silence! You three,--not nearer the window, mind, than that pomegranate: just where the little girl, who a few minutes ago passed us singing, is seated! II. NOON _Over Orcana. The house of_ JULES, _who crosses its threshold with_ PHENE: _she is silent, on which_ JULES _begins_-- Do not die, Phene! 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 over-lean This length of hair and lustrous front; they turn Like an entire flower upward: eyes, lips, last Your chin--no, last your throat turns: 't is 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!