Arn.‍No one—but—

Each day—each hour—each minute shows me more

And more she loves me not—

Cæs.‍Doth she rebel?

Arn. No, she is calm, and meek, and silent with me,50

And coldly dutiful, and proudly patient—

Endures my Love—not meets it.

Cæs.‍That seems strange.

You are beautiful and brave! the first is much

For passion—and the rest for Vanity.