 | The tragedy of Sophonisba |  |
SCENE I.
Masinissa, Narva.Masinissa.
Hail to the joyous day! With purple clouds,
The whole horizon glows. The breezy Spring
Stands loosely-floating on the mountain-top,
And deals her sweets around. The sun too seems,
As conscious of my joy, with brighter eye
To look abroad the world; and all things smile
Like Sophonisba. Love and friendship sure
Have mark'd this day from out their choicest stores;
For beauty rais'd by dignity and virtue,
With all the graces all the loves embellish'd;
Oh Sophonisba's mine! and Scipio comes!
Narva.
My lord, the trumpets speak his near approach.
Masinissa.
I want his secret audience—Leave us, Narva.
| The tragedy of Sophonisba | |