What's the matter with you?——Why are you hiding your face?
Melchior.
Out! out! I'll throw you down on the floor below.
Wendla.
Now for certain I'm not going.—(Kneels down by him.) Why won't you come out with me into the meadow, Melchior?——Here it is hot and dark. Suppose we do get wet to the skin, what difference will that make to us!
Melchior.
The hay smells so fine.——The sky outside must be as black as a pall——I only see the brilliant poppy on your breast——and I hear your heart beating——
Wendla.
Don't kiss me, Melchior!——Don't kiss me!
Melchior.