Who knows what a dream is? Perhaps we fell asleep in
Fairyland a thousand years ago, and all that we thought real was a
dream, until now at last we are awake again.
MELISANDE. How wonderful that would be.
GERVASE. Perhaps we are dreaming now. But is it your dream or my
dream, Melisande?
MELISANDE (after thinking it out). I think I would rather it were your
dream, Gervase. For then I should be in it, and that would mean that
you had been thinking of me.
GERVASE. Then it shall be _my_ dream, Melisande.
MELISANDE. Let it be a long one, my dear.
GERVASE. For ever and for ever.
MELISANDE (dreamily). Oh, I know that it is only a dream, and that
presently we shall wake up; or else that you will go away and I will
go away, too, and we shall never meet again; for in the real world,
what could I be to you, or you to me? So go on pretending.
(He stands up and faces her.)
GERVASE. Melisande, if this were Fairyland, or if we were knights and
ladies in some old romance, would you trust yourself to me?
MELISANDE. So very proudly.
GERVASE. You would let me come to your father's court and claim you
over all your other suitors, and fight for you, and take you away with
me?
MELISANDE. If this were Fairyland, yes.
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