And every moon an epoch of new pleasures.
I took the rabble's shouts for love—the breath
Of friends for truth—the lips of woman for520
My only guerdon—so they are, my Myrrha: [He kisses her.
Kiss me. Now let them take my realm and life!
They shall have both, but never thee!
Myr.No, never!
Man may despoil his brother man of all
That's great or glittering—kingdoms fall, hosts yield,
Friends fail—slaves fly—and all betray—and, more