Have I not sought a thousand counsels, all
In vain!—A gentle girl, a dove of maidens,
Sudden transformed to be a thing of talons—
A harpy-tigress! Clue? What clue have I
For murder in the bosom of a dove?—
CAPO.
Softly, my liege. That is my specialty.
ALTOUM
So I have heard from specialists before;
Yet now I feel new hope. If you shall find