[agitated ]
Why would you have me smile?

MICHAEL
[passionately]
Oh, when you smiled,
It was--it was like sunlight coming through
Some window there,
[Pointing to the Minster]
--some vision of Our Lady.
[She drops her flowers.--He picks them up
and gives them back slowly.

BARBARA
Who are you? You are some one in disguise.

MICHAEL
[bitterly]
A man--that passes for a mountebank.

BARBARA
[eagerly]
I knew!

MICHAEL
What then?

BARBARA
Thou art of noble birth.
'T is some disguise, this playing with the fire!