Life. There is nothing so beautiful as a woman's hair flying in the wind. I can see your hair beneath your crown. Your hair would be beautiful flying in the wind.
Second Girl [removes crown]. It is only for a moment.
Life. Yes, you are beautiful.
Second Girl [to herself]. It may be that I was not wise—
Life. You are like a new flower opening, and dazzling a passing bird with sudden color.
Second Girl. She said that I must not—
Life. You are like the bird that passes. Your hair lifts like winks in the sun.
Second Girl. He has not harmed me.
Life. Your crown is like jewels gathered from old galleons beneath the sea. May I see your crown?
Second Girl [holds it out cautiously toward him, then changes her mind]. No—