To snatch me from that dream of restful love?
Oh, Juan, you will save me, you will help,
Tell me you will I have lost all for you!
DON JOHN.
To-morrow you will laugh at fears like these.
You have lost naught you have but won my love.
Lose not your faith in that your shield and weapon.
MARIA.
I tremble still in every limb. Good-night,
I must be gone. To-morrow when you come,
Be wary with my father ; he is fierce
In love and hatred. Listen and look, my lord.
If one dared say to me but yester-morn
That I would meet at night a stranger youth
In mine own garden, talk with him of love,
And hint a thought against the Spagnoletto,
I had smitten with this bauble such a one.
[Pointing to a jewelled poniard in her belt.
Kiss me, my Juan, once again. Good-night.
[Exit MABIA.
SCENE IV.
The Studio. KIBERA and ANNICCA.
ANNICCA.
Has he come often?
