CARLOMAN.
The dew is there
In the green hollows; when I see those steeped
And shining fields, my heart fills to the brim,
And, though I yearn, my yearning satisfies.
Come with me: fast as I attain, with you
I share the secret.
MARCOMIR.
But you strike me dumb.
You have forgotten, we are bound by vows,
By our obedience.
CARLOMAN.
Are we bound by hopes,
By yesterday’s lost hopes?
MARCOMIR.
But promises—
CARLOMAN.
I promised to be God’s, ah yes, I promised,
As two on earth agree to be together
For evermore, vowed lovers. Is the marriage
In the companionship or in the vow?
Why, Geneviva is still vowed my wife.