“Are men!” she would have added, but “are men”
Stuck in her throat! She keeps your secret, sir,
For reasons of her own; but fly from this,
And take me with you—that is—no, not that!
Flori. I’ll go—but not without you. (Bell.) Why, what’s that?
Melissa. The luncheon bell.
Flori.I’ll wait for luncheon, then.
See, here’s Hilarion with the stern Princess,
And Cyril with my sister Psyche, too.
Enter Cyril with Psyche, and Hilarion with Princess, Lady Blanche, also all the other Girls, over bridge, bearing luncheon, which is spread. They all sit down and eat, Cyril drinking freely.