Meliflor: Behold me; not a poplar is straighter, not a flower is fairer. I will loiter along the lanes at evening.
[He draws his sword. Ximenung does the same. Moomoomon draws his too and places it between them.
Moomoomon: Be at peace. I will go to the lanes, and there need be no quarrel between you, for I....
Others: No, no, no....
Huz: We will all go.
Another: We will all love. Hurrah for love.
[They have all risen. They wave their swords on high, not threatening each other. Zoon alone has not risen.
Moomoomon (to Zoon): You do not speak, Prince of Zoon. Will you not love along the idle hours?
Zoon: Yes, yes. I love.
Moomoomon: Come then to the lanes to loiter. It draws towards evening. Let us all come to the lanes, where the honeysuckle is hanging.