Ara. [Going from him] Who leaps for stars
Must fall a million leagues too short, or else
Must fall a million leagues too short, or else
Take vantage not of earth. [Goes to curtains]
Farewell—till death.
Aris. 'Twill not be long to wait. Thou canst not live
In Dion's arms.
Ara. Nor thine. As well to hope
The air-winged seed will root in vacancy,