But to reveal his secret he disdained. […] But it was not so. […] When — but can it be? […] But even as she flies she charms him. […] But a cold sweat came over her.

Long she strove, but all in vain. […] He was allowed but scant time to prepare for death; but, just as they were about to toss him overboard, he craved permission to play for the last time. […] She fled, but he pursued. […] His garments were also black, but all strewn with golden stars. […] But, alas!