Man. Tears!
Mar. [With transport.] Well, yes, I can weep. Enough—I did not intend, sir, to burthen you with so much of my confidence; but now you know me better. You see I have a heart, and if ever I have wounded yours, I hope you will forgive me. [Gives her hand, which he kisses, respectfully.] See; the pledge of our friendship shall be this flower, which I rudely demanded from you this morning. [Gives rose.] Now let us go, [returning,] and never let this subject be revived between us.
Man. Never!
Mar. But before I go, I must see the view from yonder height.
Man. I beg you will not venture—do not run such a risk.
Mar. Oh! I am not afraid.
Man. At least take my hand, then.
[She mounts the platform outside of the window. It begins to grow dark.
Mar. The height is fearful, but the view is very beautiful. I could gaze on it forever.
Enter Yvonnet. He looks round without seeing them.