Life. You are beautiful as the slight burning of the apple-petal's cheek when the sun glances at the great flowers near it. You are beautiful as the little pool far in the forest which holds lily-buds in its hands. You are beautiful—
Second Girl [aside]. I think he wants me to be afraid, so I will say it. I have heard that men are like that. I am not afraid, but I will say it to please him.
Life. Are you afraid of me?
Second Girl. Yes.
Life. Are you afraid?
Second Girl. Yes, I am afraid.
Life. Ah, that pleases me.
Second Girl [aside]. I knew that I would be able to please him! Whatever I make into words makes itself into my body, she said, like fear—but she does not know everything! It is impossible that she should know everything! And it is so pleasant to please him—And so easy! I am not afraid of him. I have only said that I am afraid.
Life. Will you not take your crown from your head?
Second Girl. No.