All space where it is not!
[Arises and starts out slowly. At the door he looks back. Aratea appears at curtains, but does not see him]
O, I must fly ...
Must fly ... nor hear again her voice that lures
As it would draw the fallen golden world
O'er desert ages to man's memory.
Ara. [Sees him and advances] You here, Aristocles?
Aris. Wilt say farewell?
Ara. [Going back] Farewell.