Felix. Now that at last we have met,
Think you I care what may follow?
Let me be snared in a net,
Let me be snapped by a swallow—
I shall have tasted of bliss,
I shall have flown where the fire is.
Ah, could we die in a kiss,
Beautiful exquisite Iris!
Iris. How perfect!
Clytie. (Outside) Iris! Iris!
Iris. That tiresome Clytie—with that awful hanger-on of hers—just as we—
Enter Clytie.
Clytie. Fancy, Iris—Otto says—Oh, you’ve got Felix here. How are you, Felix? Iris, you’ve been teasing him—he ’s blushing.
Enter Otto.
Otto. Got you now, Clytie—Oh, I beg your pardon. How do you do, Iris? How are you, my boy?
Iris. You’re out of breath, Clytie.
Clytie. Otto has been chasing me.
Otto. She flew away, so I had to follow her.
Enter Victor.
Victor. Quite a little party.
Clytie. (Drinking) Oh, I’m so thirsty.
Iris. Take care of yourself, dearest. Victor, see how thin she ’s become again. You’re looking terrible—you really are.
Clytie. Thank you, darling. You will be a mother to me, won’t you?
