When death came, unrepining His cities o'er he told; All to his heir resigning,
With many a knightly vassal At a royal feast sat he, In yon proud hall
ancestral, In his castle o'er the sea.
Up stood the jovial monarch, And quaff'd his last life's glow, Then hurled the
hallow'd goblet Into the flood below.
He saw it splashing, drinking, And plunging in the sea; His eyes meanwhile
were sinking, And never again drank he.
(She opens the press to put away her clothes, and perceives the casket.)