Will lure no robber’s lust!
Kan.
Enough. Alas, this “No” is but your wont.
Yes, let the wind blow fresh from every quarter
On fluttered veils—you’ll keep yours tight and trim.
[Music.
The pomp! No time for kings to fail their presence.
Rhod.
Yes, but the rebels? Ah, I’m pained to-day
That I dare not go with you.