Enter Samson, cautiously.
Rosa! Rosa! [Aside.] A little show of modesty! Rosa! Nevertheless she is listening at the other side of that door; she thinks I will betray myself in some soliloquy. H'm! [Loudly.] Ah—she's not here; how the blood rushed to my heart, like the sea beating against a rock, when I thought I should have two golden moments alone with her! [He stands on lowest cupboard shelf to be near her door, which is upstairs.] But she's gone!—gone forth to air her beauty. Such beauty! Such a face, such a form! Night after night she floats in my dreams—[he steps up one shelf nearer]—for I love her so that I have not slept a wink for weeks.
Enter Daniel, unobserved by Samson.
And if she were here I would tell her so! I could gratify her tastes! For once her love is mine. [He draws a bunch of keys from his pocket.] She shall hear such music as this from morn till night——
[He jingles the keys.
Enter Rosa.
One—two—three—four—five—five gold pieces! Did I come abroad with only five? H'm! There are plenty more like these indoors—yes, in doors! And here I stand perishing with my ardour. Nay, I feel faint——
[Daniel bursts into loud laughter.
Rosa.