I am almost enamoured of her, as
Of old the Angels of her earliest sex.[250]
Arn. Thou!
Cæs.I! But fear not. I'll not be your rival.
Arn. Rival!
Cæs.I could be one right formidable;
But since I slew the seven husbands of180
Tobias' future bride (and after all
Was smoked out by some incense),[251] I have laid
Aside intrigue: 'tis rarely worth the trouble