Why spur me to this enterprise? your own60

No less than mine?

Bel.‍Look to the sky!

Arb.‍I look.

Bel. What seest thou?

Arb.‍A fair summer's twilight, and

The gathering of the stars.

Bel.‍And midst them, mark

Yon earliest, and the brightest, which so quivers,

As it would quit its place in the blue ether.