Slide through all ears. This night be love’s high feast.
So. O’erwhelm me not with sweets; let me not drink
Till my breast burst, O Jove, thy nectar-skink.[383]
[She sinks into Massinissa’s arms.
Mass. She is o’ercome with joy!
So. Help—help to bar[384]
Some happiness, ye powers! I have joy to spare,
Enough to make a god! O Massinissa!
Mass. Peace!
A silent thinking makes full joys increase!
Enter Lælius.
Læ. Massinissa!
Mass. Lælius!
Læ. Thine ear.