Sie dachte an die Schönheit des Lebens, an die Jugend, an den Anblick des Himmels, an die Erscheinungen der Natur, an die Liebe, an Phöbus, an alles, was dahin floh und an alles, was ihr nahe trat, an den Priester, welcher sie angab, an den Henker, welcher kommen würde, an den Galgen, welcher dort stand.
She thought of the beauty of life, of youth, of the view of heaven, the aspects of nature, of her love for Phoebus, of all that was vanishing and all that was approaching, of the priest who was denouncing her, of the headsman who was to come, of the gallows which was there.