YASMIN I laughed to see them writhe—I laughed, I laughed, as I watched behind the curtain. Why did you drink his veins?
MASRUR
A vow.
YASMIN
Will you not drink mine also?
MASRUR
Shall I put my arms around you?
YASMIN
Your arms are walls of black and shining stone.
Your breast is the castle of the night.
MASRUR
Little white moth, I will crush you to my heart.
YASMIN
(With a sudden cry of terror, struggling from his embrace a moment after)
Ah, let me go. Do you hear them?… Do you hear them?…
MASRUR
What is there to hear but the noises of the night?
YASMIN
(Springing away) The flowers are talking…the garden is alive…
(She falls.)
MASRUR
(Stooping the carry her) She loves blood and is frightened of the moon.
She is smooth and white, I will take her home.