Thalaba stood mute awhile
And wondering at her words:
“Cold? Lady!” then he said; “I have travelled long
“In this cold wilderness,
“Till life is almost spent!”
LAILA.
Art thou a Man then?
THALABA.
I did not think
Sorrow and toil could so have altered me,
That I seem otherwise.
LAILA.
And thou canst be warm
Sometimes? life-warm as I am?
THALABA.
Surely Lady
As others are, I am, to heat and cold
Subject like all, you see a Traveller,
Bound upon hard adventure, who requests
Only to rest him here to-night, to-morrow
He will pursue his way.
LAILA.