RODOLPHE:
Sometimes I sleep. Often, actually. But I don't seem to be asleep.
Must I close my eyes for that?
ZEPHERINA:
Yes, without doubt; I am coming to kill you when you are asleep.
RODOLPHE:
Then return my saber to me, Miss. For in the end that's not fair.
ZEPHERINA: Your face pleases me. Touch me, and prepared to strike you, I will let the poignard fall.
RODOLPHE:
Ah, now that's charming. If my face pleases you, I can kiss you.
ZEPHERINA:
Ah, no!
RODOLPHE:
So much the worse.
ZEPHERINA:
You are waking up.
RODOLPHE:
I'm awake.
ZEPHERINA:
You rise.