Cadmus.
Is it the same, or changèd in thy sight?
Agave.
More shining than before, more heavenly bright!
Cadmus.
And that wild tremor, is it with thee still?
Agave (troubled).
I know not what thou sayest; but my will
Clears, and some change cometh, I know not how.
Cadmus.
Canst hearken then, being changed, and answer, now?