Meliflor: We will love in idleness and praise the idle hours.
Ximenung: Whom will you love, lord of the shimmering fields?
Meliflor: I have but to show myself loitering by lanes in the evening.
Ximenung: I too will be there.
Meliflor: And when they see me ...
Ximenung: They will see me too ...
Meliflor (rising): Behold me.
Ximenung: So I do.
Meliflor: Will they look towards you when this is there?
Ximenung: Are birch-trees seen at dawn fairer than I?