Household Gods

Aurcia. ‘Wait, and you shall surely sce Part of the secret that ensorccls me. ‘See all these bosses! Is it not As if a Titan smote himself into the earth, And was caught into her, made one with her? Crassus. ‘The scent is fierce and hot Like a rutting panther's slot. Yet you are matched with mirth, Shaking each other like two wrestlers. Acta. ‘What should stir Your melancholy but laughter? Crassus. Look, before us Light streams, a tremulous chorus. Oh, it is vague and vacillatin; Aucta. Love, ‘Young love of maidens, is the soul thereof. And in the midst, behold, O man! The image of great Pan. at