ALICIA. But I must raise you up. The night grows darker; all Pan's light is gone, And you and I are pledged to sup Upon a secret.
CRASSUS. All your secret shone.[She laughs again.]
ALICIA. Oh, when you know it! But you must divine Adela's shrine.
CRASSUS. I am weary of Adela grown chaste and chill.
ALICIA. The hunter lags; how heavy is the hill! But you are bound to Adela.
CRASSUS. To you!
ALICIA. But you have given me freedom. I will leave you.
CRASSUS. What have I done to grieve you?
ALICIA. You have been the solemn fool with face awry That I have gathered in my ecstasy. You are only a vulgar primrose I have plucked.
CRASSUS. At least, she-devil, you have been well-treated.