Princess. Yes, thou art my lover. But why call me princess?
Rolfe. Dear lady, thou art a king's daughter.
Princess. And if I were not, what wouldst thou call me?
Rolfe. Oh! if thou wert a beggar's, I would call thee love!
Princess. I know not what a beggar is; but oh! I would I were a beggar's daughter, so thou wouldst call me love. Ah! do not longer call me king's daughter. If thou feelest the name as I do, call me as I call thee: thou shalt be my lover; I will be thy lover.
Rolfe. Enchanting, lovely creature!
[Kisses her ardently.
Princess. Lover, thou hast made my cheek to burn, and my heart to beat! Mark it.
Rolfe. Dear innocence!
[Putting his hand to her heart.