SALOME. That has already happened, my child.
NATO. Dear mamma, please do it.
SALOME. But I tell you, truly.
NATO. Is it really true?
SALOME. As true as the sun shines.
NATO [
kissing Salome
]. O my dear, dear mamma!
SALOME. At last I am rid of you. Your eyes are real tear-fountains. It would not have taken much more to make me cry, too.
NATO [