DOÑA SOL: At last, my husband, we are left alone. How glad I am the feast and noise is done-- Are over. HERNANI: I, too, am weary of the loud, wild joy. Happiness is a deep and quiet thing, As deep and grave and quiet as true love. DOÑA SOL: Yes, happiness and love are like a strain Of calm and lovely music. Hernani, Listen! (_The sound of a mountain horn floats on the air._) It is some mountaineer that plays Upon your silver horn. [HERNANI _staggers back._ HERNANI: The tiger comes! The old, grey tiger! Look! In the shadows there! DOÑA SOL: What is it frightens you? [_The horn sounds again._ HERNANI: He wants my blood! I cannot! [DON RUY GOMEZ _enters, playing on the horn like a madman._ DON RUY GOMEZ: So you have not kept your word. "My life belongs to you. At any time You wish to take it, sound upon this horn And I will kill myself." You are forsworn! HERNANI: I have no weapon on me. DON RUY GOMEZ (_offering a dagger and a phial_): Which of these Do you prefer? HERNANI: The poison. DOÑA SOL: Are you mad? HERNANI: He saved my life at Aragon. I gave My word of honour I would kill myself When he desired. [_He raises the phial to his lips, but his wife wrests it from him._ DOÑA SOL (_to her guardian_): Why do you desire To kill my husband? DON RUY GOMEZ: I have sworn no man Shall marry you but me. I keep my oath! [_With a wild gesture_ DOÑA SOL _drinks half of the poison, and hands_ HERNANI _the rest._ DOÑA SOL: You are two cruel men. Drink, Hernani, And let us go to sleep! HERNANI (_emptying the phial_): Kiss me, my sweet. It is our bridal night. DOÑA SOL (_falling beside him on the ground_): Fold me, my love, Close in your arms. [_They die._ DON RUY GOMEZ: Oh, I am a lost soul! [_He kills himself._ FOOTNOTES: