Lancéor monologue (Act 4) — Joyzelle

No, you were not there.... I was seized with icy coldness, I was seized with darkness and I was losing my life.... But now it is you!... Yes, yes, my eyes see you, they behold you suddenly as they emerge from the dark.... Scared though they be by the glaring light, it is you they see and I am passing from the tomb to the joy of the sunlight in the arms of love! That seems impossible to one coming from so far!... I must touch you, I must cling to the caresses of your hands, to the light of your eyes, I must seize the real gold of the hair that bears witness to the daylight!... Oh, you could never believe how one loves when dying, nor how I mean to love you after losing you and finding you again!...