I dreaded much, but dreaded not so much.
Hist, hist! Are those not footfalls? Yes! Why, who
Is out of bed with greybeards ere the morn?
The youthful Gyges! Ho! but if you knew
What I now know you’d have no droop i’ the gait!
[He retires. Enter Gyges.
Gyges.
And once again I’m here! What will I here?
I sicken in the fresh of heaven. With scent
The air’s besprent, so leaden and sense-steeping