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 Never again, if I will be thy love.

How might that be?

[Playfully] That I cannot tell thee, till I know whether I be thy love or no.

[Imitating him] That I cannot tell thee, till I know whether I be thy love or no.

[Drawing her to him] Lie on my heart, and feel it beat against thine.

[Folding her arms about his neck] Thou art my love and my life. [ draws her gently to the bower]

Radiant and white art thou, as the snows on Mount Carmel.

Radiant and strong art thou, as the sungod.

I am lost in thee; I am dazed by thy beauty; I am stricken with awe by thy youth and innocence. [Very gently; taking her hands] Beloved—to-morrow—

[Surprised] Thou holdest me afar off.

Let me speak of serious things.

Is not love a serious thing?

It is of love I speak.

I cannot hear thee so far away.

I cannot speak when thou art nearer.

Oh, speak quickly, then.

To-morrow at dawn my lord returneth, and I shall be free. My first errand will be to thy father.

[Chilled] My father—! [She moves away]

Nay, Asenath, not so far!

Thou hast brought broad day into our sheltering night.