And high mid-nothing hang with lob�d bloom,
As that the rose of love will flower from
The wreck of men and gods.
[He kneels and kisses her robe. She goes out]
Aris. Before I die
I've touched divinity.
[As he rises a slave rushes in, rear, and kneels]
Slave. My lord!
Aris. You serve
Lord Heraclides, do you not?