But of the midnight festival.
Myr.'Tis time
To think of aught save festivals. Thou hast not
Spurned his sage cautions?
Sar.What?—and dost thou fear?
Myr. Fear!—I'm a Greek, and how should I fear death?
A slave, and wherefore should I dread my freedom?480
Sar. Then wherefore dost thou turn so pale?
Myr.I love.
Sar. And do not I? I love thee far—far more