JOYZELLE. What have we done? LANCÉOR. I have given the kiss that is given but once; and you have spoken the word that is never respoken.... JOYZELLE. (_Swooning._) Lancéor, I am mad, or else we are going to die.... LANCÉOR. (_Supporting her._) Joyzelle, you are turning pale and your dear arms are pressing me as though you feared that a hidden enemy.... JOYZELLE. Have you not seen...? LANCÉOR. What? JOYZELLE. We are caught in a trap and those flowers are betraying us.... The birds were silent, the trees were dead, there was nothing here but weeds, which no one dug up.... I recognize them all and remember their names, which still remind me of their former wretchedness.... Here is the buttercup, laden with golden disks; the poor pale pimpernel is changed into a bush of lilies; the tall scabious are dropping their petals over our heads; and those purple bells which shoot up over the wall to tell the world that they have seen us, are the foxglove, which was pining in the shade.... It is as though the sky had shed its flowers.... Do not look at them; they are here to ruin us.... Ah, I am wrong to seek and I should have understood!... He muttered confused threats.... Yes, yes, I knew he had spells at his command.... They told me so one day, but I did not believe them.... Now it is his time; it is well, it is too late; but perhaps we shall see that love also knows.... [_A horn sounds._ LANCÉOR. Hark!... JOYZELLE. It is the horses' hoofs and the horn sounding the recall.... He is returning. Fly!... LANCÉOR. But you?... JOYZELLE. I have nothing to fear, but his hateful love.... Go!... LANCÉOR. I will stay with you; and, if his violence.... JOYZELLE. You will ruin us both.... Go!... Hide there, behind those spurges.... Whatever he may say, whatever he may do, do not show yourself and fear nothing for me: I shall know how to defend myself.... Go!... He is coming!... Go!... I hear his voice.... [_LANCÉOR hides behind a cluster of tall spurges. The railed gate opens and MERLIN enters the garden._ MERLIN. Is he here, Joyzelle?... JOYZELLE. No. MERLIN. Those flowers do not lie; they inform against love.... They were your keepers and have been faithful to me.... I am not cruel and I forgive more than once.... You can save him by pointing to the bush which hides him.... (_JOYZELLE stands motionless._) Do not look at me with those eyes of hatred.... You will love me one day, for love goes by dark and generous paths.... Do you not believe that I will keep my promises?... JOYZELLE. No!... MERLIN. I have done nothing, Joyzelle, to deserve such hatred or such an insult.... Since you wish it, I will let fate take its course.... [_A cry of pain is heard from behind the cluster of spurges._ JOYZELLE. (_Rushing behind the cluster._) Lancéor!... LANCÉOR. Joyzelle!... I am hurt.... An adder has stung me.... JOYZELLE.