Never! I go forthwith. Then where’s the goal?
Come, come—what was my quest before this Lydian
Countered my path? Forgot so soon? Why no!
There was the lure that drew me to old Nile
Where men with yellow skins and slitten eyes
Build for dead monarchs everlasting houses.
Then ho for the old road! I’ll give a spell
To some poor wretch down there who’s wearied out.
ACT III
Rhodope’s chamber. Hero and other slave-girls occupied in arranging the room. Enter Rhodope.