Sixth Ser. He get a daughter!
Seventh Ser. The maid of Kidmir. Ardia of the Stars they call her, but if the sun could shine in the middle of a dark night she would be like that.
First Ser. Foh, the Lady Berenice will put out her candle.
Seventh Ser. The Lady Berenice is as like her as the back of my hand to Juno's cheek!
First Ser. A heathen comparison! There's a Christian blow for it!
[They scuffle. Enter Oswald in talk with Bertrand. Servants finish their work quietly and go out]
Osw. My heart is whole again, now you've escaped
The claws of Kidmir.
Ber. Say the arms that closed
Like God's around me!
Osw. Fox, and lion too.
That's Charilus. I knew him young,—when blood
Tells nature's truth,—ere he had sucked
Philosophy's pale milk and made his truce
With prudence and long life. The heart then his
He carries now——
Ber. Then, sir, you must have known
The Maker's marvel,—youth that outstripped age
And grayest saints in virtue.