PALOMIDES.
Why, what ails thee?
ALLADINE.
I know well where I am when I am on thy heart…. Oh, tear the bandage off!… I would not enter blind into thy soul…. What doest thou, Palomides? Thou dost not laugh when I laugh. Thou dost not weep when I weep. Thou dost not clap thy hands when I clap mine; and thou tremblest not when I speak trembling to the bottom of my soul…. The band! The band!… I will see!… There, there, above my hair!… [She tears away the bandage.] Oh!…