Ursus
Gwymplane worships you. While you are singing and smiling I do not think anything could make him unhappy.
Dea
I hope not. You know I feel that he has given his soul into my hands and that I must take care of it as I would a little child. Yes, I feel as if Gwymplane were my child, and yet something more than my child that makes my heart bound and my song tremble into silence.
[A nightingale sings in the distance.]
Ursus
My Dea!
Dea
Tell me, Ursus, Gwymplane is so wonderful. He—he attracts everyone so. Does he never notice any especial person in the audience? Some one whom he attracts?
Ursus