Give, while these he may divide,
Smiles to all the world beside.
Cornelia.—We are now in the full light of the chamber: cannot you remember it, having looked so intently all around?
Tasso.—O sister! I could have slept another hour. You thought I wanted rest: why did you waken me so early? I could have slept another hour, or longer. What a dream! But I am calm and happy.
Cornelia.—May you never more be otherwise! Indeed, he cannot be whose last verses are such as those.
Tasso.—Have you written any since that morning?
Cornelia.—What morning?
Tasso.—When you caught the swallow in my curtains, and trod upon my knees in catching it, luckily with naked feet. The little girl of thirteen laughed at the outcry of her brother Torquatino, and sang without a blush her earliest lay.
Cornelia.—I do not recollect it.
Tasso.—I do.