I may possess an adamantic power,
And so bewitch her with my honey’d speech,
Have every syllable a music-stop,
That, when I pause, the melody may move,
And hem persuasion ’tween her snowy paps,
That her heart hearing may relent and yield!
Lor. Break off, my lord: see where she makes approach.
Enter Bell’-Imperia.
Alc. Then fall into your former vein of terms.
Lor. Welcome, my lord, welcome, brave Don Andrea,