I loved the maid, Pascal, and would have shed my blood for her, but she loved you instead of me.
"Know that she is not sold to the Evil One.

In my despair I hired the sorcerer to frighten you with his mischievous tale, and chance did the rest.

When we both demanded her, she confessed her love for you.

It was more than I could bear, and I resolved that we should both die.
"But your mother has disarmed me; she reminds me of my own.

Live, Pascal, for your wife and your mother! You need have no more fear of me.
It is better that I should die the death of a soldier than with a crime upon my conscience." Thus saying, he vanished from the crowd, who burst into cheers.