Dagonet. And thou the snake’s head lifted in the sedge,
Aye, sweet Vivien.
Vivien. Why snakest thou me fool? Methought that thou favoredst me?
Dagonet. Aye, so I do. Thou coilest round my heart,
The sweetest, wisest serpent in this world.
Thou charmest me with those dazzling eyes o’ thine.
And though the blessed bread were yet in mouth,
I’d go to Hell to do a deed for thee.
And yet thou art a snake, as well thou knowest.
Is it not so, sweet Vivien?