Dagonet. Dagonet, the fool, a man?
Vivien. Yea since I knew as thou couldst love indeed.
Dagonet. That I love, Vivien, what knowest thou?
Vivien. Yea, that thou hast a heart under thy mask. Yea, more, for whom thou hast this feeling. Wouldst thou win her grace?
Dagonet. (Falls on his knees.) Yea, yea, Vivien, for one look, one smile. Oh Vivien, well thou knowest I am thy slave.
Vivien. What would’st thou do for my love?
Dagonet. Thou hast my heart bare in thy sight. Write on it what characters thou likest, for I am thine. I tell thee I am thy dog, thy slave.
Vivien. Not dog, nor slave, but lover. (Vivien holds out her hand, Dagonet crawls near and takes it.)
Dagonet. Oh Vivien, dost thou mean this?