The extremest beauty—if the proverb's true

Of mortals, that Extremes meet.

Arn.‍Come! Be quick!

I am impatient.

Stran.‍As a youthful beauty

Before her glass. You both see what is not,290

But dream it is what must be.

Arn.‍Must I wait?

Stran. No; that were a pity. But a word or two:

His stature is twelve cubits; would you so far