Alicia. 
Yes! in that shadow lurks a smile. 
See; from that jagged cloud Diana starts
Like a deer from the brake; her silver splendour darts
Through the crisp air to the grove upon the isle... 
Do you see her?  Do you see her?

Crassus. 
Monstrous!  Vile! 
These eyes betray me.

Alicia. 
No! your Adela lies
With arms thrown back, head tilted, open thighs. 
Her lips flame out like poppies in the dusk. 
The breeze brings back to us a scent of musk. 
Her mouth is oozing kisses!

Crassus. 
Filthy harlot!

Alicia. 
I never fed on a superber scarlet. 
And look! the wonder of plumes that foams upon
Her tidal breast — oh, but a swan! a swan! 
A swan snow-white with his sole scarlet hidden
In the abode forbidden!

O but his eye swoons as his broad beak slips
Within her luscious lips. 
O but — I cannot see — I long to die
Alike for wonder — and for jealousy!

Crassus. 
Vile, filthy whore!  I’ll catch you at it.

Alicia. 
Soft! 
See how his feathers hold her soul aloft!

Crassus. 
Beast!  Have you brought me through the wood for
  this?

Alicia. 
Now wonder I must teach you how to kiss.

Crassus. 
I’ll clip his wings.

Alicia. 
Sub pennis, penis!  ’Slife! 
It’s not the wings of him that clip your wife.

Crassus. 
Thou art as filthy a creature as she!

Alicia. 
Fat fool! 
All your emotions vary with your —

Crassus. 
        What?

Alicia. 
Your state of health.

Crassus. 
Be off with you, foul —­

Alicia. 
Well?

Crassus. 
I’ll swim and stab them.  The black mouth of hell
Yawns for their murder.

Alicia. 
I’ll be at the death. 
Dive then, but softly.  Scarcely draw your breath.

Crassus. 
O, she’s unwary!

Alicia. 
Is your love forgotten?

Crassus. 
All love is rotten.

Alicia. 
But your pure love for me you boasted of?

Crassus. 
Ay, that was perfect love.

Alicia. 
You love me then, not her?

Crassus. 
Indeed I do.

Alicia. 
Swear me the oath anew!

Crassus. 
I swear to love you till the world shall end.

Alicia. 
Then, Crassus, I will always be your friend.

Crassus. 
Ah, that is good!  You do not mock me now!

Alicia. 
Creep softly to the land.  Kiss but my brow. 
My curls are wet...  No, never touch me there!

Crassus. 
Why?  Have I not?

Alicia. 
You have not.