Near the coveted parts of the palace. The MAIDEN is sitting on the ivy strewn stone bench, wistfully staring at the star infested sky. She hears a noise behind her and instantly turns around.
MAIDEN: Show thy figure.
The LOVER is seen emerging from the various plants, brushing leaves off his clothes. He glances up, startled, and has a soft look on his face.
LOVER: 'Tis I, nothing more.
MAIDEN, suspiciously: Who is 'I?' Can I trust this 'I?'
LOVER, laughs: I would be I, and nothing more. Dost thou not believe 'I?'
MAIDEN: What reason dost thou give me to believe?
LOVER: If thou wert still mine, thou would believe.
The MAIDEN peers curiously at him, and lets out a sigh, casting her eyes toward the ground.
MAIDEN: Thou artless knave. I am no longer thine. Hast thou not realized yet?
LOVER, persistently: Thou art foolish and thou art still young; yet thou hast wickedly stolen mine heart. Thou wicked, wicked woman!