PALOMIDES.
One would say your joy had fallen on my lips like a child at the threshold of the house…. Do not turn away…. I fear lest you should flee, and I fear lest I dream….
ALLADINE.
Where are we?
One would say your joy had fallen on my lips like a child at the threshold of the house…. Do not turn away…. I fear lest you should flee, and I fear lest I dream….
Where are we?