Thoas.
Just what I’d like to know; for if he’s heard
What I have heard—Pooh! no—I’ll vow he can’t have.
[Slowly retires.
Gyges.
She slumbers still! O blest, who dares to wake her!
’Tis dared by the nightingale that even now
Still half in dream sweet orison begins;
’Tis dared—He comes! What can he think of me?
[Enter Kandaules.