(Gives him a ring.) When fate fulfils for me her covenant,

When I assume the crown of my forefathers,

I hope again to hear the measured tones

Of thy sweet voice, and thy inspired lay.

Musa gloriam Coronat, gloriaque musam.

And so, friends, till tomorrow, au revoir.

ALL. Forward! Long live Dimitry! Forward, forward!

Long live Dimitry, the great prince of Moscow!

CASTLE OF THE GOVERNOR.

MNISHEK IN SAMBOR.

Dressing-Room of Marina MARINA, ROUZYA (dressing her), Serving-Women MARINA.

(Before a mirror.) Now then, is it ready? Cannot

you make haste?

ROUZYA. I pray you first to make the difficult choice;

Will you the necklace wear of pearls, or else

The emerald half-moon?

MARINA. My diamond crown.

ROUZYA. Splendid! Do you remember that you wore it

When to the palace you were pleased to go?

They say that at the ball your gracious highness

Shone like the sun; men sighed, fair ladies whispered -

'Twas then that for the first time young Khotkevich

Beheld you, he who after shot himself.

And whosoever looked on you, they say

That instant fell in love.

MARINA. Can't you be quicker?

ROUZYA. At once. Today your father counts upon you.

'Twas not for naught the young tsarevich saw you;

He could not hide his rapture; wounded he is

Already; so it only needs to deal him

A resolute blow, and instantly, my lady,

He'll be in love with you. 'Tis now a month

Since, quitting Cracow, heedless of the war

And throne of Moscow, he has feasted here,

Your guest, enraging Poles alike and Russians.

Heavens! Shall I ever live to see the day? -