So our pasts come
To see what time had made of us. So be it.
A word of Sidon would be beauty to me
To-day. Let her come in.
Pharmas.
I will, O Splendour!
[Exit.
Rose-Flower.
Queen, is it wise to let a stranger come?
Jezebel.
No.
Moon-Blossom.
Then why see her?