Nor wealth, nor youth, nor power, nor rank, nor beauty—
For these you may be stript of—but beloved
As an abstraction—for—you know not what!
These are the wishes of a moderate lover—
And so you love.
Arn.Ah! could I be beloved,
Would I ask wherefore?
Cæs.Yes! and not believe
The answer—You are jealous.
Arn.And of whom?