HE. (dejected) You have—decided?
SHE. Yes. I have decided.
HE. I knew. It is no use. I will go.
He turns to the door.
SHE. Wait! (He turns back incredulously.) I have decided to go with you. (He stands stock-still.) Don't you understand? Take me. I am yours. Don't you believe it?
HE. Violante!
SHE. It is hard to believe, isn't it. I have been a child. Now I am a woman. And shall I tell you how I became a woman? (She points to the box on the table.) I looked in my mirror there. I saw that I was beautiful—and alive. Tell me, am I not beautiful—and alive?
HE. There is something terrible about you at this moment. I am almost afraid of you.
SHE. Kiss me, Luciano!