Delight—and perfect marriage with your love.
CALAF
O friend, I am too weary to refuse.
I will lie down and dream it is to-morrow.
[He lies on the couch. A far chiming is heard]
What bell is sounding?
CAPO.
Midnight.—Merry dreams!
[Capo steals out. Calaf closes his eyes and is still. The room is silent and dim. After a few moments, out of the darkness there emerges, scarlet and pied, the Figure of Harlequin, who tiptoes toward the couch. At a sigh from Calaf, the Figure starts back, returning more reticently. Again Calaf murmurs in his sleep:]
CALAF