BELLA. You do not know me.
DOM. (humoring the situation, but wholly in earnest.) You are talking nonsense. It is you who do not know me. My heart is full of you. My soul seeks you even in sleep. I love you.
BELLA. You are insolent.
DOM. No. I am truthful. Why will you mistake? Do you not feel that I have loved you for months: prayed for all chances to meet you—to kiss you—(attempts to kiss her.)
BELLA. (screams.) Help! (enter Duval.)
DUV. (aside.) The red beard! (whips out his sword;) Draw, sir. (Bella runs aside.)
DOM. I refuse to draw.
DUV. Do you wish to be murdered?
DOM. (coolly.) I shall not be.
DUV. Take this!—(he makes a pass at Dominique who dodges the sword and trips him.)