Those flowers do not lie; they inform against love.... They were your keepers and have been faithful to me.... I am not cruel and I forgive more than once.... You can save him by pointing to the bush which hides him.... (Joyzelle stands motionless.) Do not look at me with those eyes of hatred.... You will love me one day, for love goes by dark and generous paths.... Do you not believe that I will keep my promises?...
Joyzelle.
No!...
Merlin.
I have done nothing, Joyzelle, to deserve such hatred or such an insult.... Since you wish it, I will let fate take its course....
[A cry of pain is heard from behind the cluster of spurges.
Joyzelle.
(Rushing behind the cluster.) Lancéor!...
Lancéor.
Joyzelle!... I am hurt.... An adder has stung me....