And, in this beggar’s cloak she smiled upon,
Still haunt her perilous city.—I have heard
This morning she shall pass this eastern gate
Coming from the palace.—So, my old dear friend,
Wait with me here, for I can only live
By feeding on the glimpses of her face.
BARAK
Come, then, this way and beg, for folk are coming.
[They draw toward the gate. Barak, starting fearfully, drags Calaf away left]
Great heaven—the emperor!