STS (_applauding_): Bravely!--O, brave!

CHARLES: Do they not whirl it lithe?
With limbs like swallow wings upon the blue?

1ST LADY: 'Twas witchery!

3D LADY: Such eyes! such hair!

2D LADY: And thus,
Did Cleopatra thus steal Antony?
Wrap him about with motion that would seize
His senses to an ecstasy? O, oh,
To dance so!

CHARLES: And so steal an Antony?
We'll frame a law on thieving of men's heart's!

2D LADY: Then, vainly! 'tis a theft men like the most.

CHARLES: When in its stead the thief has left her own--
But shall we woo no boon of mirth save dance?
A lute! a lute! (_One is gone for._) Some new lay, Haemon, come!
And every word must dip its syllables
In Pindar's spring to trip so lightly forth.

HAEMON: I have no lay.

CHARLES: The lute! (_It is offered HAEMON._)
Sing us of love
That builds a Paradise of kisses, thinks
The Infinite bound up in an embrace.
Whose sighs seem to it hurricanes of pain,
Whose tears as seas of molten misery.

HAEMON: I have none--cannot.

CHARLES: Now will you fright off
Again our timid cheer?

HAEMON: While she, my sister--!
(_The lute is offered again._)
I cannot, will not!

CHARLES: Will not? will not? Look!
I had an honor pluckt to laurel it,
A wreath of noble worth, a thing to tell----

HAEMON: Honor upon dishonor sits not well.

CHARLES (_not hearing_): Heat me not with denial. Is new bliss
Raised from the dead in me but to fall back
As stone ere it has breathed? Have I so frequent
Drained you? Be slow to tempt me--In me moves
Peril that has a passion to leap forth!

HAEMON: Antonio, speak! Where's innocence and where
Begins deceit?

FULVIA (_to HAEMON aside_): Ask it not, or you step
On waiting hazard and calamity.

CHARLES: New fret? and new confusion? In the blind
Power and passing of this night is there
Conspiracy?--plot of some here? or of
That One whose necromancy wields the world?
I care not!--I care not! We must have mirth!
Have mirth! though it be laughter at damned souls.

HAEMON: And I must wake it? I with laugh and lay,
Doting upon dishonor?

CHARLES: What means he?

HAEMON: Give me again my sister from these walls,
Since might is yours, strip from me wealth and life