Ah, do not jest!—There’s blood upon thy coat!
De Vardes
‘Tis nothing!—We have had hard words to-day,
My men and I!
[He gazes around at the quiet garden.
O holy peace! O balm!
O green and sunny quietude! Outside
There’s tumult, heat, confusion, enmity!
Here is a haven, here ‘tis blissful sweet!
[They sit upon the marge of the fountain.