Vic. (from the garden.) Safe as my love for thee! But art thou safe?
Others can climb a balcony by moonlight
As well as I. Pray, shut thy window close;
I’m jealous of the perfumed air of night
That from this garden climbs to kiss thy lips.
Pre. (throwing down her handkerchief.) Thou silly child!
Take this to blind thine eyes.
It is my benison!
Vic. And brings to me
Sweet fragrance from thy lips, as the soft wind