What beauty is and know then how to dream.
O, close those other worlds, your eyes, that I
May live in this! [She moves back]
Stay, I must speak!
Ara. No, no!
Aris. And you must hear me.
Ara. Silence, sir, is best.
In her deep bosom let our woes be buried,
As Night doth shepherd all the cares of day
Till Heaven think the world asleep, though 'neath