Of hand, and I am gone even as I came.
Ay, swifter from your presence would I hasten
Than if in search of drink I neared a fountain
With noiseless tread, and in the very act
Espied a shrinking Naiad leave her bath.
Rhod.
Remain!
Kan.
No—not a breathing-span’s delay,
If it distress you; and it does distress,