Ganem (overcome).
How cool thy fingers are, and yet, how burns
Thy blood within them, sorceress! Thou holdest
Me captive in the deepest cell, and feedest
Me e'er at midnight with thy kennels' leavings;
Thou scourgest me, and in the dust I grovel.
Gülistane.
E'en so, and thou?
Ganem (crushed by her look).
And I?
[Looks down at his feet.]
My name is Ganem,
Ganem, the slave of love.
[He sinks before her, clasping her feet.]
Gülistane.
Go quickly, go!
I hear thy father, go! I bid thee go!
I will not have them find us here together.
Ganem.
I have a silly smile, quite meaningless,
'Twould serve me well to look him in the face.
[Gülistane goes up the stairs. The Armenian
slave comes from below. Ganem turns
to go out on the right.]