Stay, stay! But no. Present the King my thanks. I take his present; how I do it honour I’ll give him proof. THOAS. ’Tis good. [_Exit._ LESBIA. And now the service? GYGES. You’ll tarry long enough to make your smiling Come back to you. LESBIA. That will not happen soon. GYGES. And meantime while the hour in talk with me. You tend the Queen’s own person--there’s no taste No faintest in the peach you have not brought, Tell me of her. LESBIA. Of her? GYGES. I only mean---- Well, if you will, of something else--the garden In which she wanders--or about the flowers She loves the most to pluck--of yourself too; I’m fain to hear’t--Where are you like each other? Tell me at once and win my smiles at once! In stature? Nay, not quite; far less in form, But, for amends, your hair is black like hers But not so full--hers creeps about her face, Fringing it as the night the evening star. What else have you of hers? [LESBIA _makes an involuntary movement_. Nay, nay--stand still. In gait she’s none but she; when you go stepping ’Tis seen your trend is hitherward or thither, You swerve to the lure o’ the date or else the spring; But when she moves we cast our upward eyes Upon the Heaven, to see if Helios Will set the golden sun-car earthward dipping To lift her in, and companied with her Trample his path through all Eternity! LESBIA. Yes, she is fair. GYGES. And why the downward eyelids? Come, pretty maid, uplift them, for methinks They rain her very fire. LESBIA (_with a dry sobbing laugh_). That well may be In such an hour! GYGES. My words have caused you pain? LESBIA. I laughed, I think--and now have leave to go. GYGES. But not without a gift; yes, sweetest child, I’d have you think on Gyges still with loving, I own he’s rough and deals the unwary wound Full oft, and not least often with the tongue, But never has he left one yet unhealed. [_Enter_ KANDAULES. KAN. Well? GYGES. Sire, your coming fits the nick of time. KAN. Then here must be two happy souls to find. GYGES.