But wherefore slur the perfect ceremony?
The sovereign of Galatia weds his Queen.
Let all be done to the fullest in the sight
Of all the Gods. (Starts.) This pain—what is it?—again?
I had a touch of this last year—in—Rome.
Yes, yes. (To Antonius.) Your arm—a moment—It will pass.
I reel beneath the weight of utter joy—
This all too happy day, crown—queen at once.
[Staggers.
O all ye Gods—Jupiter!—Jupiter!