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Rippled like flowing waters by the wind,

All vowed to Sperchius as they were-behold them!
And him-as he stood by Polixena,
With sanctioned and with softened love, before
The altar, gazing on his Trojan bride,
With some remorse within for Hector slain
And Priam weeping, mingled with deep passion
For the sweet downcast virgin, whose young hand
Trembled in his who slew her brother. So
He stood i' the temple! Look upon him as
Greece looked her last upon her best, the instant
Ere Paris' arrow flew.

Arn.
I gaze upon him
As if I were his soul, whose form shall soon
Envelope mine.

Stran.
You have done well. The greatest
Deformity should only barter with
The extremest beauty-if the proverb 's true
Of mortals, that Extremes meet.

Arn.
Come! Be quick!
I am impatient.

Stran.
As a youthful beauty
Before her glass. You both see what is not,
But dream it is what must be.

Arn.
Must I wait?

Stran.
No; that were a pity. But a word or two:
His stature is twelve cubits; would you so far
Outstep these times, and be a Titan? Or
(To talk canonically) wax a son
Of Anak?

Arn.
Why not?

Stran.
Glorious ambition!
I love thee most in dwarfs! A mortal of