To-morrow? No, to-day! The crown of love
Is sacrifice; I have not given thee
Enough! Ah, fold me in thine arms,--take all!
[She takes his hands and puts them around her neck; he holds her from him, with one hand on her shoulder, the other behind her head.]
NAAMAN:
Thou art too dear to injure with a kiss,--
Too dear for me to stain thy purity,
Or leave one touch upon thee to regret!
How should I take a gift may bankrupt thee,
Or drain the fragrant chalice of thy love