Hyp. Which means, in prose,
She’s sleeping with her mouth a little open!
Vic. O would I had the old magician’s glass
To see her as she lies in child-like sleep!
Hyp. And would’st thou venture?
Vic. Aye, indeed I would!
Hyp. Thou art courageous. Hast thou e’er reflected
How much lies hidden in that one word now?
Vic. Yes; all the awful mystery of Life!
I oft have thought, my dear Hypolito,