methinks
her lips move, her eyes open!
Byron
I am almost enamoured of her, as
Of old the Angels of her earliest sex. [250]
_Arn. _ Thou!
_Caes. _ I! But fear not. I'll not be your rival.
_Arn. _ Rival!
_Caes. _ I could be one right formidable;
But since I slew the seven husbands of 180
Tobias' future bride (and after all
Was smoked out by some incense),[251] I have laid
Aside intrigue: 'tis rarely worth the trouble
Of gaining, or--what is more difficult--
Getting rid of your prize again; for there's
The rub! at least to mortals.
_Arn. _ Prithee, peace!
Softly!
methinks her lips move, her eyes open!
_Caes. _ Like stars, no doubt; for that's a metaphor
For Lucifer and Venus.
_Arn. _ To the palace
Colonna, as I told you!
_Caes. _ Oh! I know 190
My way through Rome.
_Arn. _ Now onward, onward! Gently!
[_Exeunt, bearing_ OLIMPIA. _The scene closes_.
PART III.
SCENE I. --_A Castle in the Apennines, surrounded by a wild but
smiling Country.
