VIOLET.
That He would let you grow
To your ambition's height. What would be yours?
WALTER.
A greater boon than Satan's forfeit throne!
That He would keep us beautiful and young
For ever, as to-night. Oh, I could live
Unwearied on thy beauty, till the sun
Grows dim and wrinkled as an old man's face.
Our cheeks are close, our breaths mix like our souls.
We have been starved hereto; Love's banquet's spread,
Now let us feast our fills.
VIOLET.
SCENE X.
A Bridge in a City—Midnight—Walter alone.
WALTER.