But that's not all!

BEA. Why, what more can there be?

FID. Mistress, in the night the people of Fiori Rose like a wind and swept the Duke's men down Like leaves! Your throne is empty,--and awaits you!

[Enter Giulietta,]

GIU. Madam.

BEA. Ay, Giulietta.

GIU. Madam, last night, Before you came, she bade me tell you something, And not forget. 'Tis this: That the foot stumbles, The hand doth awkward things, and the foolish tongue Says what it would not say,--but in the heart Truth lies,--and all is well 'twixt her and you.

[She starts to go out, and turns back at the door.]

She bade me above all things to forget not The last: that all is well 'twixt her and you. [Exit.]

BEA. [Slowly and with great content.]

She is not gone from me. Oh, there be places Farther away than Death! She is returned From her long silence, and rings out above me Like a silver bell!--Let us go back, Fidelio, And gather up the fallen stones, and build us Another tower.