Dagonet. ’Twas but a sally to cover mine inward thoughts.
Vivien. Thou liest again. What were those low words she spake, when she took thy hand?
Dagonet. ’Twas but a message she gave me on a private matter.
Vivien. Oh! oh! very private! Dagonet, very private!
Dagonet. I cannot tell thee of its import.
Vivien. Nay, thou canst not, for thou liest.
Dagonet. I tell thee, Vivien, thou wilt madden me.
I tell thee, I love thee only, and thou knowest it.
Vivien. What was the substance of that message?