RAVENSBANE [Haughtily.] Leave me.
DICKON Your lordship’s humble, very humble. [Exit.]
RACHEL [Shivering.] Oh! he is gone. My dear lord, why do you keep this man?
RAVENSBANE I—keep this man?
RACHEL I cannot—pardon my rudeness—I cannot endure him.
RAVENSBANE You do not like him? Ah, then, I do not like him also. We will send him away—you and I.
RACHEL You, my lord, of course; but I—
RAVENSBANE You will be Dickon! You will be with me always and light my pipe. And I will live for you, and fight for you, and kill your betrothed.
RACHEL [Drawing away.] No, no!
RAVENSBANE Ah! but your eyes say “yes.” Mistress Rachel leaves me; but Rachel in her eyes remains. Is it not so?