Who begs to be admitted to your presence. To do her bidding. She has bewitched thee, boy. But on a near approach I found, in truth, She scarcely does surpass the middle size. I cannot well describe the fashion of it.
Thine eyes deceive thee, boy, It is an apparition thou hast seen.
It is an apparition he has seen. Or it is Jane De Monfort. The organ strikes up a solemn prelude. Enter a procession of Nuns, with the Abbess, bearing torches. After compassing the grave twice, and remaining there some time, whilst the organ plays a grand dirge, they advance to the front of the stage.