Wouldst doom me to a life, of love bereft? My hopes and joys all faded--nothing left. Such mercy seeks more cruelly to kill; But my despair is stronger than thy will. (_Attempts to stab himself._) Tur. For my sake, live; nor ever quit my side; Prince, take me as your loving, happy bride. ADELMA (_aside_). 'Tis agony; I cannot bear this sight. (_Retires_.) ALT. What do they say? (_to_ PANT., _who endeavours to explain_). Don't speak. I _see_ all's right. SKIR. Fo-hi be praised! Now, this is what I call A great success. My pig has done it all. (_Fetches_ BARAK _from behind the crowd_)-- Come, dearest husband; much too long you've trembled. TUR. Let it be known to all those here assembled-- I may not justly claim the victor's crown, Adelma's shrewdness served me; not my own. Prince Kalaf vanquished me, and may command As prize of his achievement, my poor hand. (_To_ KALAF.) But not in deference to lawful right I gave myself to thee, but through love's might. My heart was thine, when first I did behold thee. KALAF. Excess of bliss, thus to my heart to fold thee! ALT. What do they say? You all make such a noise, I can't hear anything--not my own voice. No doubt it's quite correct, nay, sentimental; So take my blessing and consent parental. TART. F-f-friend F-pa-pantaloon, what j-j-joy! _Che dolci affetti!_ P-prep-p-pare the b-ba-ban-qu-quet. _Mangerem confetti!_ ALTOUM _joins the lover's hands, and places his hands on their heads_. _The eight Doctors join hands and dance in a circle, nodding their chins._ PANT. _and_ TART. _dance together_. BARAK _and_ SKIRINA _ditto_. TRUFFALDIN _twirls round_ ADELMA, _who snubs him_. BRIGHELLA _and guards gravely jump up and down_. _Tableau_. END OF ACT IV. FINIS.