PERCINET. I did, Sylvette, but it was blasphemy. Ah, wall, you gave us a divine setting, with moonlight and stars, flowers and vines, the four winds for music, and Shakespeare for prompter! Yes, our fathers made us go through the motions, but it was Love that made us speak: it pulled the strings!
SYLVETTE. [Sighing] That's true, but we loved because we believed it was wicked!
PERCINET. And it was! Only the intention counts, and thinking we were guilty, we were!
SYLVETTE. Really?
PERCINET. Really, my dear, we were infamous. It was wrong of us to love.
SYLVETTE. [Seating herself beside him] Very wrong? [She changes her tone, as she rises and goes away.] Still, I wish the danger had been a little more real.
PERCINET. It was real, because we believed it so.
SYLVETTE. No: my abduction, like your duel, was false.
PERCINET. Was your fear false? If you were afraid then, it was as if you were really being abducted.
SYLVETTE. No, the dear remembrance is gone. All those masks and torches, the soft music, the duel; it is too cruel to think that Straforel prepared it all.