So young a guardian!
Most holy father, but I am not dead;
Do not bring rosemary, or sprinkle me
With holy drops.
[rubbing her eyes] They call this morning sleep
A beauty sleep. You must not stare so hard.

CARLOMAN.

But do not laugh.

GENEVIVA.

I must; you are a monk
Shame-faced and awkward. [rising] Have you travelled far?

CARLOMAN.

I came on embassy: the Lombard King ...

GENEVIVA.

These kings and princes! But whoever rules
Young men must have their pleasure. You and I—
Shall we not drink together?

[She pours wine into a goblet—he drinks]