[Laughing]: I should say. Such a mouth! [Makes a tiny mouth.]
He
No, my dear little girl, were I in your place, I would think it over. And suppose suddenly you should die? Don't marry the Baron, Consuelo!
Consuelo
[Thinking]: And what is—death?
He
I do not know, my Queen. Nobody knows. Like love! Nobody knows. But your little hands will become cold, and your dear little eyes will be closed. You will be away from here. And the music will play without you, and without you the crazy Bezano will be galloping, and Tilly and Polly will be playing on their pipes without you: tilly-polly, tilly-polly ... tilly-tilly, polly-polly....
Consuelo
Please don't, He darling—— I am so sad, anyway ... tilly-tilly, polly-polly ... [Silence. HE looks at Consuelo.]
He