at's to say, where there is War
And Woman in activity. Let's see!
Spain--Italy--the new Atlantic world[225]--
Afric with all its Moors. In very truth,
There is small choice: the whole race are just now 500
Tugging as usual at each other's hearts.

_Arn._ I have heard great things of Rome.

_Stran._ A goodly choice--
And scarce a better to be found on earth,
Since Sodom was put out. The field is wide too;
For now the Frank, and Hun, and Spanish scion
Of the old Vandals, are at play along
The sunny shores of the World's garden.

_Arn._ How
Shall we proceed?

_Stran._ Like gallants, on good coursers.
What, ho! my chargers! Never yet were better,
Since Phaeton was upset into the Po[226]. 510
Our pages too!

_Enter two Pages, with four coal-black horses_.

_Arn._ A noble sight!

_Stran._ And of
A nobler breed. Match me in Barbary,
Or your Kochlini race of Araby[de][227],
With these!

_Arn._ The mighty steam, which volumes high
From their proud nostrils, burns the very air;
And sparks of flame, like dancing fire-flies wheel
Around their manes, as common insects swarm
Round common steeds towards sunset.

_Stran._ Mount, my lord:
They and I are your servitors.

_Arn._ And these
Our dark-eyed pages--what may be their names? 520

_Stran._ You shall baptize them.

_Arn._ What! in holy water?

_Stran._ Why not? The deeper sinner, better saint.

_Arn._ They are beautiful, and cannot, sure, be demons.

_Stran._ True; the devil's always ugly: and your beauty
Is never diabolical.

_Arn._ I'll call him
Who bears the golden horn, and wears such bright
And blooming aspect, _Huon_;[228] for he looks
Like to the lovely boy lost in the forest,
And never found till now. And for the other
And darker, and more thoughtful, who smiles not, 530
But looks as serious though serene as night,
He shall be _Memnon_[229], from the Ethiop king
Whose statue turns a harper once a day.
And you?

_Stran._ I have ten thousand names, and twice
As many