spell around me?

_Gycia._ Nay, my lord;
Tell thou me first what magic 'tis hath turned
A woman who had scoffed so long at love
Until to-day--to-day, whose blessed night
Is hung so thick with stars--to feel as I,
That I have found the twin life which the gods
Retained when mine was fashioned, and must turn
To what so late was strange, as the flower turns
To the sun; ay, though he withers her, or clouds
Come 'twixt her and her light, turns still to him.
And only gazing lives.

_Asan._ Thou perfect woman!
And art thou, then, all mine? What have I done,
What have I been, that thus the favouring gods
And the consentient strength of hostile States
Conspire to make me happy? Ah! I fear,
Lest too great happiness be but a snare
Set for our feet by Fate, to take us fast
And then despoil our lives.

_Gycia._ My love, fear not.
We have found each other, and no power has strength
To put our lives asunder.

_Asan._ Thus I seal
Our contract with a kiss.

[_Kisses her._

_Gycia._ Oh, happiness!
To love and to be loved! And yet methinks
Love is not always thus. To some he brings
Deep disappointment only, and the pain
Of melancholy years. I have a lady
Who loves, but is unloved. Poor soul! she lives
A weary life. Some youth of Bosphorus
Stole her poor heart.

_Asan._ Of Bosphorus saidst thou?
And her name is?

_Gycia._ Irene. Didst thou know her?

_Asan._ Nay, love, or if I did I have forgot her.

_Gycia._ Poor soul! to-day when first we met, she saw
Her lover 'midst thy train and swooned away.

_Asan._ Poor heart! This shall be seen to. Tell me, Gycia,
Didst love me at first sight?

_Gycia._ Unreasonable,
To bid me tell what well thou knowest already.
Thou know'st I did. And when did love take thee?

_Asan._ I was wrapt up in spleen and haughty pride,
When, looking up, a great contentment took me,
Shed from thy gracious eyes. Nought else I saw,
Than thy dear self.

_Gycia._ And hadst thou ever loved?

_Asan._ Never, dear Gycia.
I have been so rapt in warlike enterprises
Or in the nimble chase, all my youth long,
That never had I looked upon a woman
With thought of love before, though it may be
That some had thought of me, being a Prince
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