The sovereign alkahest, weary of law,
Had given the scorn�d pebble leave to glow
The fairest eye of all the pearl�d shore.
Ara. They'll sing us deaf, Nauresta, on this theme.
But come. [Draws Nauresta away] Come, madam, come! We must prepare
Some good-wife pleasure for my lord's return.
[Exeunt Aratea and Nauresta, left]
Oc. [Embracing Theano] My love! At last! O goddess Patience, how
Thou muffledst me! Time crept on thousand legs
And each one crippled.