ALICIA.
Hush!
I have drawn the bird from the bush.
Pan will appear anon.
CRASSUS.
Ah! Ah! … Ah! Ah!
ALICIA.
This music moves you. Now I'll play a tune
That would make mad the melancholy moon.
This.
CRASSUS.
Ah! you tear my soul out with the trills.
Your fingers play like summer lightning on the shaft.
It is like a storm on the mountains when it shrills;
Like the angry sea when it booms. Hark!
ALICIA.
Some god laughed.
CRASSUS.
Your mouth is like some god's It burns and blooms
With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes.
O let me kiss you!
ALICIA.
So you stop my song!
[She ceases the tune.]
CRASSUS.
There is another song.
ALICIA.
You do me wrong.
For you love Adela!
CRASSUS.
By God, girl, no!
I love Alicia.