MELISANDE (after thinking it out). I think I would rather it were your dream, Gervase. For then I should be in it, and that would mean that you had been thinking of me.
GERVASE. Then it shall be my dream, Melisande.
MELISANDE. Let it be a long one, my dear.
GERVASE. For ever and for ever.
MELISANDE (dreamily). Oh, I know that it is only a dream, and that presently we shall wake up; or else that you will go away and I will go away, too, and we shall never meet again; for in the real world, what could I be to you, or you to me? So go on pretending.
(He stands up and faces her.)
GERVASE. Melisande, if this were Fairyland, or if we were knights and ladies in some old romance, would you trust yourself to me?
MELISANDE. So very proudly.
GERVASE. You would let me come to your father's court and claim you over all your other suitors, and fight for you, and take you away with me?
MELISANDE. If this were Fairyland, yes.