And still do thirst for more. (Kisses her.)
A Watchman in the street. Ave Maria
Purissima! ’Tis midnight and serene!
Vic. Hear’st thou that cry?
Pre. It is a hateful sound,
To scare thee from me!
Vic. As the hunter’s horn
Doth scare the timid stag, or bark of hounds
The moor-fowl from his mate.
Pre. Pray do not go!