Bas. As tho' an angel, in his upward flight,
Had left his mantle floating in mid-air.
Vict. Still most unlike a garment, small and sever'd,
(Turning rounds and perceiving that he is gazing at her.)
Bas. Ah! what should I regard, where should I gaze?
For in that far-shot glance, so keenly wak'd
That sweetly rising smile of admiration,
Far better do I learn how fair heav'n is,
Than if I gaz'd upon the blue serene.
Vict. Remember you have promis'd, gentle count,
No more to vex me with such foolish words.
Bas. Ah! wherefore should my tongue alone be mute?
When every look and every motion tell,
So plainly tell, and will not be forbid,
That I adore thee, love thee, worship thee!
(Victoria looks haughty and displeased.)
Ah! pardon me, I know not what I say.
Ah! frown not thus! I cannot see thee frown.
I'll do whate'er thou wilt, I will be silent;
But O! a reined tongue, and bursting heart,
Are hard at once to bear! will thou forgive me?
Vict. We'll think no more of it; we'll quit this spot;
I do repent me that I led thee here,
But 'twas the fav'rite path of a dear friend.
