I fixed my eyes upon her countenance.

My sister's well-known and beloved features could not be concealed by convulsion or lividness.
What direful illusion led thee hither?
Bereft of thee, what hold on happiness remains to thy offspring and thy spouse?
To lose thee by a common fate would have been sufficiently hard; but thus suddenly to perish--to become the prey of this ghastly death! How will a spectacle like this be endured by Wieland?
To die beneath his grasp would not satisfy thy enemy.

This was mercy to the evils which he previously made thee suffer! After these evils death was a boon which thou besoughtest him to grant.

He entertained no enmity against thee: I was the object of his treason; but by some tremendous mistake his fury was misplaced.

But how comest thou hither?
and where was Wieland in thy hour of distress?
I approached the corpse: I lifted the still flexible hand, and kissed the lips which were breathless.