They have taken silken cords…. Wait, the knots come undone. The cord has thirty turns…. There, there!—Oh, your hands are all blood!… You would say they were dead….
ALLADINE.
No, no!… They are alive! they are alive! See!…
[With her hands hardly yet unbound, she clasps Palomides about the neck and kisses him passionately.]
PALOMIDES.
Alladine!
ALLADINE.
Palomides!
PALOMIDES.
Alladine, Alladine!…