Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
PUELLÆ
Stay! take one image for thy dreamful night;
Come, look at her, who in the world's despite
Weeps for delaying love and lost delight.
Abide! abide! for we are happy here.
AMANS
Mock me not till to-morrow. Mock the dead,
They will not heed it, or turn round the head,
To note who faithless are, and who are wed.