As swallows meet the waking winds of Spring
And know where life is.
Mar. Doubt or trust, I love thee!
O Hubert, let us go this night to lands
That know how to be kind and smile on lovers.
Kent. Dost hope by flying England to fly pain,
That everywhere encircles man as fire
To shape his soul in fashion of his God?
Mar. For love and life I beg! Why do I say