Princess. Lover, why is it so? To-day before my heart beat, and mine eyes were full of tears; but then my white brother was in danger. Thou art not in danger, and yet behold—[Wipes a tear from her eye.] Besides, then, my heart hurt me, but now! Oh, now!—Lover, why is it so?
[Leaning on him with innocent confidence.
Rolfe. Angel of purity! thou didst to-day feel pity; and now—Oh, rapturous task to teach thee the difference!—now, thou dost feel love.
Princess. Love!
Rolfe. Love: the noblest, the sweetest passion that could swell thy angel bosom.
Princess. Oh! I feel that 'tis very sweet. Lover, with thy lips thou didst make me feel it. My lips shall teach thee sweet love. [Kisses him, and artlessly looks up in his face; placing her hand upon his heart.] Does thy heart beat?
Rolfe. Beat! O heaven!—
[Robin, who had been with Nima, comes forward.
Robin. Gad! we must end our amours, or we shall be left. Sir, my master, hadn't we better—