O, from thy woeful heaven cast a dew
As universal as the East when she
To every herb throws pearls!
Ara. [Leaping up] The guards! They come!
But I go with thee, sir. 'Tis not farewell.
Aris. [Calm] Not you. I die because Elysian mates
Now summon me. No need excuses there
The guest intrusive. Stay thee for thy call,
Nor but to save an hour of painful breath
Cut ever off the never ending day