He loved her without hope? Lysimachus,
What is it that thou sawest? Come, 'tis a jest!
Kneeling to Gycia, praying her to fly!
Nay, nay, what folly is this?
[Laughs.
Lys.
My lord, I swear
It is no jest indeed, but solemn earnest.
I saw him kneel to her; I heard the passion