Luc. Soft! The leap that looks so easy
Yet needs a longer stride than you can master.
Cipr. Oh divine apparition, that I fain
Would all my life as in Elysium lose
Only by gazing after; and thus soon
As rolling cloud across the long’d-for moon,
The impitiable rocks enclose again!—
But was it she indeed?
Luc. She that shall be,
And yours, by means that, bringing her to you,