Vivien. Yea, in sooth I will try thy love. Would’st thou win my love Dagonet?
Dagonet. Dost thou mock me?
Vivien. Nay. (Takes a little box from her girdle and opens it.) Dost see this pill? (Leans near and whispers in his ear. Dagonet starts back!) Nay! nay! not that!
Vivien. That or nought!
Dagonet. Wouldst thou use me thus?
Vivien. Thou art the man who’d win my love! I tell thee so must all who’d love Vivien.
Dagonet. Nay, nay, I must think. This is indeed death, death.
Vivien. Yea, death or nought! I thought thou wert a man?
Dagonet. For that reason am I now in hell.
Vivien. (Takes his hand.) Dagonet, dost thou love me?