Second Senator
The mimic is in mimicry sincere—
The rôle absorbed the actor. So he wept.
(They pass on, talking low.)
A Praetorian Officer
(To Psyche leaning on his arm.)
Was it a vision, Psyche? Have I slept?
By the pink-nippled Cyprian, I swear
Our Caesar knows a woman! Gods! That hair!
Spun from the bowels of Ophir!