'Tis true I am alone.
So was the Godhead ere he made the world,
And better serv'd himself than serv'd by Nature.
.... I have seen enough within
To exercise my virtue.
(Mariage à la mode, acte III, sc. ii.)
The Moors have heaven and me to assist them....
I'll whistle thy tame fortune after me....
Il devient amoureux. Voici en quel style il parle de l'amour:
'Tis he; I feel him now in every part,
Like a new Lord he vaunts about my heart,
Surveys in state each corner of my breast.
While poor fierce I that was, am dispossest.
(Almanzor.)
[184]: Voir la chanson sur laquelle on danse la Zambra dans Almanzor.
As some fair tulip, by a storm oppress'd,
Shrinks up, and folds its silken arms to rest;
And bending to the blast, all pale and dead,
Hears from within the wind sing round its head:
So, shrouded up, your beauty disappears;
Unveil, my love, and lay aside your fears.
The storm that caus'd your fright is past and done.