ROMIERO: A TRAGEDY.
9
Of coursing chariots and approaching crowds,
And courtly tournaments, and tried in vain
To cast my richest mantle o'er my form
To meet the coming show.
ZORADA.
BEATRICE.
Still, as one tassell'd end across my shoulders
I had composed, the others to the ground
Fell dangling all awry. Then I look'd down,
And, O sight of confusion! Canst thou guess
What saw I then?
ZORADA.
BEATRICE.
That on the checker'd floor began to move
In dancing measure. Yea, the very blood
Rush'd to my cheeks; I felt it in my dream.
ZORADA.
In thy fantastic brain, my little friend.
On such a dreadful night?
BEATRICE.
ZORADA.