_Tasso._ White in that place no longer; there has been time enough for it to become all of one colour: grey, mossy, half-decayed. _Cornelia._ No, no; not even the rope has wanted repair. _Tasso._ Who sings yonder? _Cornelia._ Enchanter! No sooner did you say the word cocomero than here comes a boy carrying one upon his head. _Tasso._ Listen! listen! I have read in some book or other those verses long ago. They are not unlike my _Aminta_. The very words! _Cornelia._ Purifier of love, and humanizer of ferocity, how many, my Torquato, will your gentle thoughts make happy! _Tasso._ At this moment I almost think I am one among them.[10] _Cornelia._ Be quite persuaded of it. Come, brother, come with me. You shall bathe your heated brow and weary limbs in the chamber of your childhood. It is there we are always the most certain of repose. The boy shall sing to you those sweet verses; and we will reward him with a slice of his own fruit. _Tasso._ He deserves it; cut it thick. _Cornelia._ Come then, my truant! Come along, my sweet smiling Torquato! _Tasso._ The passage is darker than ever. Is this the way to the little court? Surely those are not the steps that lead down toward the bath? Oh yes! we are right; I smell the lemon-blossoms. Beware of the old wilding that bears them; it may catch your veil; it may scratch your fingers! Pray, take care: it has many thorns about it. And now, Leonora! you shall hear my last verses! Lean your ear a little toward me; for I must repeat them softly under this low archway, else others may hear them too. Ah! you press my hand once more. Drop it, drop it! or the verses will sink into my breast again, and lie there silent! Good girl! Many, well I know, there are Ready in your joys to share, And (I never blame it) you Are almost as ready too. But when comes the darker day, And those friends have dropt away, Which is there among them all You should, if you could, recall? One who wisely loves and well Hears and shares the griefs you tell; Him you ever call apart When the springs o'erflow the heart; For you know that he alone Wishes they were _but_ his own. Give, while these he may divide, Smiles to all the world beside. _Cornelia._ We are now in the full light of the chamber; cannot you remember it, having looked so intently all around? _Tasso._ O sister! I could have slept another hour. You thought I wanted rest: why did you waken me so early? I could have slept another hour or longer. What a dream! But I am calm and happy. _Cornelia._ May you never more be otherwise! Indeed, he cannot be whose last verses are such as those. _Tasso._ Have you written any since that morning? _Cornelia._ What morning?