GERVASE (kissing them). Dear hands.
MELISANDE. Now I shall love them, too.
GERVASE. May I kiss your lips, Melisande?
MELISANDE (proudly). Who shall, if not my lord?
GERVASE. Melisande! (He touches her lips with his.)
MELISANDE (breaking away from him). Oh!
GERVASE (triumphantly). I love you, Melisande! I love you!
MELISANDE (wonderingly). Why didn't I wake up when you kissed me? We are still here. The dream goes on.
GERVASE. It is no dream, Melisande. Or if it is a dream, then in my dream I love you, and if we are awake, then awake I love you. I love you if this is Fairyland, and if there is no Fairyland, then my love will make a faery land of the world for you. For I love you, Melisande.
MELISANDE (timidly). Are we pretending still?