(Mahulena slowly approaches Radúz)

Radúz: (to Pribina): 
Lead me on. 
(Sees Mahulena, now standing next to him) 
Young lady, you have so far kept silent, not objecting to my misfortune. 
Will you make up for that now?

Mahulena: 
Are you thirsty?

Radúz: 
Why do you ask?

Mahulena (collecting water in the palms of her hands):
Drink! (Raises her hands to his lips)

Radúz: 
I cannot… My lips are trembling, as is my heart…over your kindness… 
I saw you as in a cloud of mist, as you stood nearby, 
and I was dying of anxiety at the thought that you would be 
as spiteful as the other two… 
Go on, mock me!

Mahulena:
Mock you, Radúz, when I am weeping?!

Radúz: 
Say, why do you weep?

Mahulena:
I can do nothing else but weep!…

Radúz:
Oh, no holier dew ever fell from the heavens than 
that falling now from your bright blue eyes! Who are you?

Mahulena:
I am Mahulena… The king is my father… 
Oh, Radúz, try not to hate him too much… if you can!

Runa (off-stage): 
What keeps you, Mahulena?

Mahulena (alarmed):
My mother’s voice! (to Radúz): Oh, do not suffer too much… 
my dear soul! (Exits)

Přibina: 
Come, sire! I must do what my king orders, though unwillingly, I swear!

Radúz: 
Mahulena! 
(Exits, deep in thought, with Pribina and the others)

Curtain