Aris. No—no—'tis nothing.
Ara. Ah, do not read to-night. I am so lonely
That even with a book I would not share thee,
Though it should tempt with the most wondrous hap
Of bard or lover caught in liquid line.
You've travelled much; tell me an Egypt tale.
I'm weary of nymphs, and piping shepherd songs,
And the ever-wrangling gods of blue Olympus.
Aris. Then hear the tale of Isis as 'tis told