As soon as risen, and prematurely drawing
The veil of night over the blush of dawn!
Oh, let me not believe I fright you now,
As yesterday I did, fair Violante,
Arm’d among savage rocks with savage men,
From whose rude company your eyes alone
Have charm’d me, and subdued for the first time
A fierce, unbridled will.
Viol. It were not strange,
Don Lope, if my bosom trembled still