Let your own hearts tell!
Do dreams bequeath such joy? Your bosoms swell,
Your faces glow, your eyes are full of cheer.
Why are they so? Lately you had great fear,
And stood as huddled flocks before a storm;
Have dreams, then, made you warm?
4th Shepherd.
Oh, Sir, ’tis true!
Yet scarcely do I know what next to do.
2nd Shepherd.