Crassus.
Ah! you tear my soul out with the trills.
‘Your fingers play like summer lightning on the shaft.
It is like a storm on the mountains when it shrills;
Like the angry sea when it booms. Hark!
Aurcta.
Some god laughed.
Crassus.
‘Your mouth is like some god’s. It burns and blooms
With fire unheard of, with unguessed perfumes.
O let me kiss you!
Aticia.
So you stop my songt [She ceases the tune.
Crassus.
There is another song.
Auicia.
You do me wrong.
For you love Adela!
Crassus.
By God, girl, not
I love Alicia,
Aurcia.
Ah! you love her sol [Ske daughs.
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