Gycia. Not yet, my love, we are so happy now.
Asan. But happier then, dear Gycia.
Gycia.
Nay, I know not
If I could bear it and live. But hark, my love!
The music ceases, and the sated guests
Will soon be sped. Thou must resume thy place
Of honour for a little. I must go,
If my reluctant feet will bear me hence,