When you sleep, calm and pure, love, In shadow, 'neath my eyes, And your soft breathing gives my heart Its tenderest replies; On your sweet form my eyes can feast, Oh, beauty's priceless store! Then sleep, my beauty, sleep, my love, Sleep on, for evermore! And when you say, "I love you," In truth, it seems to be As if God's heaven were opening Especially for me. I see dreams hidden in your eyes That we've not dreamed before; Then love me, oh, my beauty, Love me for evermore! You see, the whole of life, dear, Lies in those words, just four-- All things that people envy, All things that men adore, All things that are seductive On which our hearts set store, To sing, to laugh, my beauty, To sleep, to love, no more! [_He puts down his guitar._ Oh, I love you more than I can tell, madame! But this Simon Renard--this Simon Renard, who is more powerful here than you yourself--I hate him! THE QUEEN. I can't help it, my lord; you know that. He is here as the ambassador of the Prince of Spain, my future husband. FABIANI. Your future husband! THE QUEEN. Come, my lord, let us not speak of that. I love you! What more do you wish? Moreover, it is time for you to go, now. FABIANI. One moment more, Mary! THE QUEEN. It is time for the secret council to meet. Until now, there has been only a woman here. We must let the Queen enter. FABIANI. I wish the woman would keep the Queen waiting at the door. THE QUEEN. You wish, do you? You wish, do you? Look at me, my lord! Fabiani, you have a young and beautiful head! FABIANI. It is you who are beautiful, madame. You need only your beauty to be all-powerful. There is something on your head which tells me you are the Queen; but it is written plainer on your brow than on your crown! THE QUEEN. Flatterer! FABIANI. I love you! THE QUEEN. You love me, do you not? You love only me? Say it to me again, just like that, with the same eyes! Alas! we poor women, we never know just what is passing in a man's heart. We have to trust your eyes; and the handsomest eyes, Fabiani, are often the most false. But yours, my lord, are so full of loyalty, so full of candor, so full of good faith, they could not deceive, those eyes--could they? Yes, my beautiful page, your glances are artless and sincere. Oh, it would be shameful to take such heavenly eyes to betray with! Your eyes are the eyes either of a devil or an angel! FABIANI. Neither angel nor devil. A man who loves you! THE QUEEN. Who loves the Queen? FABIANI. Who loves Mary. THE QUEEN.