Xim. And she would say, you may behold who loves you;
But maiden bashfulness has tied her tongue:
Look on her eyes, they speak.
Cel. [Softly.] A language that they never spoke before.
Xim. Mark how she whispers, like a western wind,
Which trembles through the forest; she, whose eyes
Meet ready victory where'er they glance;
Whom gazing crowds admire, whom nations court,
And (did her praise become a mother's mouth)
One who could change the worship of all climates,