Within that fairer, cruel light.
No more, no more it shines for me
But as she gives it leave!
O, bid thy stars, sweet maid, agree——
Bren. Ho, if heaven had no stars save those left by lovers after fitting up their mistress' eyes, Erebus would stumble for want of candles!
Meth. [Jumping up] Go! I hear my mistress!
[Tichus walks leisurely into garden, Brentio following]
Meth. Brentio, take the harp!
[Brentio returns and picks up harp]
Bren. So! I'm an excellent dromedary, if I can't flute it like Apollo.