And claim’d me for her own. O Lord, how soon
‘Sweetheart’ and ‘Deary’ chang’d to ‘Apage!’
And flesh and blood to ice.
Ces. (aside). Alas! what boots it trying to forget
That which the very effort makes remember?
Ev’n now, ev’n now, methinks once more I see her
Turn to the window, not expecting me,
But to abjure all expectation,
And, as she moves away, saying, (methinks
I hear her,) ‘Cesar, come when come you may,