I say, my sweet life, do you hear the nightingale?
SHE.
I am not deaf, my good friend.
HE.
How my heart overflows with joyousness when I see all harmonious nature thus gathered about me, when every tone but reëchoes the confession of my love, when all heaven bows down to diffuse its ether over me.
SHE.
You are raving, my dear!
HE.
Do not call the most natural emotions of my heart raving. (He kneels down.) See, I swear to you, here in the presence of glad heaven—
HINZE (approaching them courteously).