SECOND PART
Reenter from the palace Inachus, with Argeia and Io.
INACHUS.
That but a small and easy thing now seems,
Which from my house when I came forth at noon
A dream was and beyond the reach of man.
’Tis now a fancy of the will, a word,
Liberty’s lightest prize. Yet still as one
Who loiters on the threshold of delight,