August is accused of murdering a child.

(August becomes depressed)

I’m tired. That dark lady in the veil,

Who visits me at night is here again.

The indomitable fog clouds my mind,

(A lady in black with a black veil appears.

August dances with the lady.)

And turns calm winds to torrents against me.

There in rests the kernel and the challenge.

Can you love and hear ill against someone?

Is it real love if you don’t believe me.
How can you know me? How can I exist.

If you think I did that kind of evil.

Could what we have be love if it lacks faith?
Such conclusions without hearing my side.

Love cannot allow this lack of credence.

If so we are play acting our ardour.

Is this just an illusion of a dance?

 Just two shadows flickering together.

Tell me, what kind of love you have for me?
Is there enough kindness to stand by me?

 And help refute any allegations.

 Or will you be there tightening the ropes?

 As the wild crowd prepares to stretch my neck.