Then be still.
Move not for worlds until I touch the bell,
Then do the thing I told you. Hush! his step
Sounds in the corridor, and I'm asleep!
Lara enters. He approaches within a few yards of Beatrice, pauses, and looks at her.
Lara.
Asleep!—and guilt can slumber! Guilt can lie
Down-lidded and soft-breathed like innocence!
Hath dreams as sweet as childhood's—who can tell?
Were I an artist, and did wish to paint