What bridal pomps, and what funereal shows!
What foes, like gladiators, fierce and struggling!
What lovers with their marble lips together!
Hyp. Aye, there it is! and if I were in love
That is the very point I most should dread.
This magic glass, these magic spells of thine
Might tell a tale ’twere better leave untold.
For instance, they might show us thy fair cousin,
The Lady Violante, bathed in tears
Of love and anger, like the maid of Colchis,