And that delicious gesture. (Steps nearer.) A little more fire, a touch more of abandon, and I swear that—on certain conditions—oh, very small ones!—I would grant everything you ask.
Lucia
(Icily.) An hour ago, when we talked together, you passed me your word. I appealed to you as lover of the beautiful—the best, the noblest in you. I was, it seems, mistaken, and our interview now had better end. (Moves to window.) I will call my husband.
Medici
This change from fire to ice is exquisite! (Admiringly.) But why so proud, fair Lady Lucia? (She stands listening.) You hear him coming? (She hears the water lapping. Hides her face a moment.) It is only the waves. The tide is rising still. That’s all.
Lucia
(Distraught.) Yes, rising, rising. Please leave me, Prince. No, no—please stay—a moment longer. (Frightened.) Forgive me. Something—a vision-flashed upon me out of darkness. I am confused. I fear. (To herself.) Oh, I have done this very thing before——
Medici
But not with me, alas!
Lucia