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 Radúz.—Mahulena, support thyself on me—

Nyola.—No, rather on me! Lay thy head against my heart.

Radúz.—For thy love my mother and I will contend!

Mahulena.—Mother! Radúz! How is so great happiness possible! (She goes out towards the castle, supporting herself on both of them.)

Radovid (Gazing after them).—O, future generations shall long continue to tell of their faithful love! They are as happy as in a tale of old, Radúz and Mahulena!