Transgressed my own decrees, into night's ear, And must not prosecute their wantonness, Since I, their mistress, have forgot their crimes-- This, recent, and that past, done to your face-- Not knowing if I have forgiven them. I pray you, sir, forget them too--I pray you. Rupert. Ah, thou dost fear the honour of my love! I will forget. Therefore, fair Eulalie, Most worshipful and low-adored goddess, I love thee more than any tongue can tell, And more than all the world beside can love; More lovingly, more truly, I love thee Than any lover that has ever loved. Dost thou love me, and wilt thou marry me? Eulalie. I love thee with a love not to be shouted: It is as huge and glowing as the sun, And it will burn when that clear lamp is out: Thou art its infinite vitality: It is as spacious as the element, And thou art heaven and earth, and all between. Marry thee, Rupert, Prince of Belmarie? I know I dream. Ah me, when I shall wake! Rupert. I know I dream not: lips so sensible, So warm as thine, no dreamy spectre bears. Eulalie. In sleep love's ecstacy's omnipotent. So sweet a dream as this were best soon done, That lasting memories may less deplore. Good-night, fair vision: heaven languishes for thee; Thine absence has bedimmed its radiance. Rupert. I am thy true love, and thou dost not dream: 'Tis not thy wraith, but thee thyself I clasp. Eulalie. O, art thou flesh and blood? Dear love, good night. I'll not believe I have no filtre quaffed, And am not wandering in some blissful land, Where midnight and pale moonshine ever reign, And lover's wishes are made true events, Unless I light my lamp in my own room And see my bed unruffled. Good-night, love.-- Pluck me a rose that I may surely know It is no waking vision I have seen, If I should find I have not been asleep. Exquisite dream, come to the door with me. [They go out. Rupert. [Re-entering] O, I am new-born, fit for highest deeds! Now, could I, like old Atlas, bear the world With all its cares upon my shoulders twain, And say 'twas light, if but my finger-tips Rested upon my sweetheart's lily hand. I'll to the woods till Eulalie has found Our love is true and sweeter than a dream. [Goes out. SCENE II.--An Eminence in a Wood. Enter Felice, Bruno and Torello. Torello. May this sorceress be approached safely? Felice. O, she'll not bite. Bruno. She'll only give you a bit of her mind. Torello. I may chance to give her a bit of mine if she be not civil. Bruno. A bit is good for a jade. Torello. By Jupiter, she'd best play me no jade's tricks. Shall we on? Felice. Yes; over this knoll. Enter Rupert. He does not observe the others.