Would launch on me the most unerring arrow
Of all the unerring store his quiver bears.
Then would I reel from life, but that were naught,
For with the rattle at throat I’d clasp the ring,
Once more to turn it, abject at her feet;
And all her soul, as mine sank to its ebbing,
I’d suck into my parched self from her glances,
Upyielding thus my latest gasp of breath.
[Thoas enters with Lesbia, who is veiled.
Thoas.