Radúz:
And they cast me cruelly into a tower; it was dark in there…
But no, before they took me in, there was something else…
something bright dazzled me, 
something like a beautiful bird… 
No, a white lily, lit up by the rays of dawn… 
What was it? My memory is a blur!...

Nyola:
You will recall it later, 
do not be so sad and confused… 
Tell us more...
 (aside) 
O, Radovid, how can we, how can we bear this?

Radovid:
They cast you into a tower, didn’t they, my Prince?

Radúz:
It was dark in there and I lay there for a long time… 
but some ray of light used to visit me… 
What was this ray of light? 
I cannot remember, I cannot… 
I feel pain here, mother, here, 
place your hand on my brow...
like that… yes, like that…