[Opens the door of the Business-room, turns up the light, and discovers EUROPA asleep.]
Pride of life, pure sex,
Dreaming and roseate! Trick of the night, and sleep
Pretended? Smiles! ….. Europa! No; she breathes
With parted lips, her nostrils, carved and sweet
As immortelles of pearl, too delicate
To fill in slumber's heedless anarchy
Her rhythmic bosom's vaulted depths; her arms
Hang listless, and her limbs beneath her gown
Are like the gates of heaven, ajar. Superb
She-creature this! She looked desire to-day;
To-night her will effects the shortest way.
I must have money.
[Having removed Europa's clothes from the desk he is about to open it, when Europa wakens and looks about.]
Beautiful of you
To be here on the instant that my life
Begins again! You overheard?
Europa. Not all;
I slept. Your bishop with the sorcerer's voice
Of silver thrilled me first, then charmed my heart
With deep material news that brought to life
Dead dreams of mine. I want to be myself
For this one night; not the smart actress, vulgar
Business-woman that fights or smooths her way
With scorn or kisses as the battle bends,
But Matter, pure and passionate—as I am.
Sir T. St. James's message falls on fertile ground!
Europa. He says a thing there that will move the world.
Sir T. Where shall I take you to?
Europa. Come home with me.
Sir T. You think that will be best? Why do you wear
Your costume still?