Trianta: Kiss me my dear, capture my breath. Lay with me and caress my bosom. Have me. Come into me. I am yours.
Sedia: Tut. Enough of this.
Trianta: What is about you?
Sedia: I have something far sweeter for this daring night. And daring it is indeed!
Trianta: O, O.
Sedia: Tonight, let us pour our eyes out. Let us bathe in one another’s blood. I will strike your olive face so you may look upon me with beautiful black eyes.
Trianta: This is ill my dear!
Sedia: [picks up stone and hands it to Trianta] With this, flog my belly directly, and with such zeal take away my breath.
Hesitantly, she readies the rock in her palm. After a long moment of silence, their eyes interlocked, she with all her ability runs the rock to his belly. He gasps with intensity, and falls to his knees.
She kneels to aid him. As her hand gently touches his shoulder, he strikes her face.
She screams and begins to weep. Her weeping soon turns to a childish giggle.
Trianta: [still laughing] O happy man!
Sedia laughs loudly.
Trianta: Now my sweet, bruise my thigh, such a hip as that to bare your children. Blue will no longer be the color of woe, and black shall represent our unyielding zeal.
He does as she says, and directly afterward smothers her in kisses.
Sedia: Now love, bring about such rapture as to tear the skin from my chest.
Trianta: And in doing so might I unveil your beating heart. [she scratches his bare chest with her nails, deeply and wide]
He recovers to run her to the ground. There, he strikes her continually. Willingly, he rolls over and she begins to beat at his chest. Blood spittles from her face and all about him.
She stops her attack and brings her head to his chest, smothering her bleeding features upon him.
Sedia: Let us share in this bounty. Give to me that sweet nectar and charitably shall I give you mine. [they kiss with bloody lips]
