It is the morning of the Bride’s wedding. She is incredibly anxious
Start: Maid: I’ll finish your hair out here.
Bride: It’s unbearable inside. This heat!
Maid: It doesn’t cool down even at dawn.
[... .. ...]
End: Maid: Let the Bride awaken on her wedding day. Let the wild, broad rivers float her wedding wreath!
Bride: (Smiling.) Let’s go.
Lorca, Federico Garcia, Blood Wedding. Translated by Lillian Groag, Dramatists Play Service Inc., 2002, pp. 24-25.