I used its power once more for speedy flight,
What checked the act was shame I felt for her,
For her I’d spare the shocked recoil, for her
The eternal crypt of shadow round her Being,
Not you—forgive my fevered wish—the deed.
Kan.
You are a fool!
Gyges.
A fool! It drove me forth
As though, if still I tarried there, a sense,