A tent?
STRAFOREL. Of nothing at all--just the stars!
SYLVETTE. Oh, I--
STRAFOREL. Why, you're trembling--possibly you don't want to go
so far away? Then we shall hide somewhere--
SYLVETTE. But, Monsieur, you are mistaken!
STRAFOREL. Let people say what they will!
SYLVETTE. Good Heavens!
STRAFOREL. I shall spend every moment of my time telling you how
I love you!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur--
STRAFOREL. Ours shall be a long life of poetry. And I shall be
furiously jealous!
SYLVETTE. Monsieur--
STRAFOREL. Are you afraid now?
SYLVETTE. Heavens, what a lesson for me!
STRAFOREL. Ha, now you look like a little boarding-school miss.
Tell me, shall we fly together, or shall I go alone?
SYLVETTE. Monsieur--
STRAFOREL. I understand. I see you are strong: we shall go
together. I shall throw you across my saddle. No sedan-chair--
they are used only in make-believe abductions! I return soon!
[He goes up-stage.]
SYLVETTE. Monsieur, let me tell you--
STRAFOREL. I must get my horse and my mantle!
SYLVETTE. [Deeply distressed] Monsieur!!
STRAFOREL. [With a sweeping gesture] We shall travel from land
to land. My dream at last. I shall return and take you away,
never to return!
SYLVETTE.
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