Ard. Would you have me seen?
Vig. [Throws back her veil] Art fair
Again? As Kidmir skies!
Ard. It is my joy.
[Enter left, Biondel, Banissat, and lords. Banissat pauses. The others pass off, right]
Vig. [Taking Ardia'a hand to detain her] We have surprised
our sister.
Ban. Blest the hour!
Now may I lay this gift within her hand—
Poor gift, that has no worth until that hand
Caresses it to splendor.
[Kneels, offering her a small packet]
Ard. [Taking packet] Courteous prince,
My thanks. And more than thanks that you should climb
Kidmir's uneasy steep to dearly grace
This day—for smiles of friends, more than fair gifts,
Do best adorn my bridal. [Draws her veil and moves right]
Ban. Night is come.
And through her mist the stars! [Exit Ardia]
Vig. Her bloom is washed
Somewhat with tears for Charilus, but she
Will flower again.
Ban. Now by the Prophet's soul
He who has kissed her lips had better've kissed
A flame of hell than so have touched
What shall be mine!