Thou sweetest thing
That e'er did fix its lightly-fibred sprays
To the rude rock, ah! would'st thou cling to me?
Rough and storm-worn I am: but if thou lov'st me,—
Thou truly dost, I will love thee again
With true and honest heart, tho' all unmeet
To be the mate of such sweet gentleness.
OTHUS.
Let us pursue our way. (Looking behind as they go off.
'Tis one belonging to Valeria's train,
Who hither comes with quick and eager gait.
(Exeunt.
SCENE III. A large sombre room, with mystical figures and strange characters painted upon the walls, and lighted only by one lamp, burning upon a table near the front of the stage.
Enter a Conjuror in a long loose robe, and Petronius, meeting him, by opposite sides.
PETRONIUS.
Go all things prosperously?
CONJUROR.
