BARBARA [agitated ] Why would you have me smile?
MICHAEL [passionately] Oh, when you smiled, It was—it was like sunlight coming through Some window there, [Pointing to the Minster] —some vision of Our Lady. [She drops her flowers.—He picks them up and gives them back slowly.
BARBARA
Who are you? You are some one in disguise.
MICHAEL [bitterly] A man—that passes for a mountebank.
BARBARA [eagerly] I knew!
MICHAEL
What then?
BARBARA
Thou art of noble birth.
'T is some disguise, this playing with the fire!
MICHAEL
Yes.—For to-day, I lord it with the fire.
But it hath burned me, here.
[Touching his breast.]
[Overcome for the moment, she draws away.—
The PIPER, coming down, speaks stealthily to MICHAEL,
who is still gazing.
PIPER
For all our sakes!
There is bad weather breeding.—Take to thy heels.
[BARBARA turns back to see MICHAEL withdrawing reluctantly, and throws a rose to him with sudden gayety.