Mere reel of head like that from winy fumes,
A cooling breath of morn will blow it hence!
(As he goes) Such is at least my hope, and such I’ll see.
[Exit.
Gyges.
Why did I let the ring go back? I should have
Evanished, nevermore be seen of men;
Thus could I ever be about her, thus
Could see her as the gods alone may see her;
For this or that they hold as private hoard,