And in the hope that, let whichever be
The other’s subject, we may both be friends.
Seg. Your hand to that—But why does this warm hand
Shoot a cold shudder through me?
Est. In revenge
For likening me to that cold moon, perhaps.
Seg. Oh, but the lip whose music tells me so
Breathes of a warmer planet, and that lip
Shall remedy the treason of the hand!
(He catches to embrace her.)