ROXANE:
Come, come!. . .unknot those tangled sentiments!
CHRISTIAN:
Your throat I’d kiss it!
ROXANE:
Christian!
CHRISTIAN:
I love thee!
ROXANE (half-rising):
Again!
CHRISTIAN (eagerly, detaining her):
No, no! I love thee not!
ROXANE (reseating herself):
’Tis well!
CHRISTIAN:
But I adore thee!
ROXANE (rising, and going further off):
Oh!
CHRISTIAN:
I am grown stupid!