Ara. I could not find the way.
'Tis with your eyes, not mine, I catch the light
Unalterable upon immortal brows
And keep my course.
Aris. Nay, thou'st no need of guide.
Shine out, bright soul, and dim thy troubling stars.
Ara. [Turns aside, weeping] You do not know!
Aris. Be true unto the calm
Of Heaven in you set. Who trust to aught
That's of their souls externe but give themselves