To brighten their dimm’d hues!
1st Noble (apart.) Mark’d you her glance?
2d Noble (apart.) What eloquent scorn was there?
Yet he, th’ elate
Of heart, perceives it not.
Eri. Now to the feast!
Constance, you look not joyous. I have said
That all should smile to-day.
Con. Forgive me, brother;
The heart is wayward, and its garb of pomp