Some brightness of her eye that we call Time.
Can aught so fleet hold value of thy tear?
Thou who hast the immortal heritage?
Ara. I can not say. Your mind in heaven sleeps,
And by the day you but recall your dreams;
While I, my lord, couch not so gloriously,
And from the earth must speak.
Aris. O, not from earth——
[Re-enter Ocrastes]
Ara. [To Ocrastes] Will you not sit with us?