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_Over Orcana. The house of_ JULES, _who crosses its threshold with_ PHENE: _she is silent, on which_ JULES _begins_ --
Do not die, Phene! I am yours now, you / Are mine now; let fate reach me how she likes, / If you 'll not die: so, never die! Sit here -- / My work-room's single seat. I over-lean / This length of hair and lustrous front; they turn / Like an entire flower upward: eyes, lips, last / Your chin -- no, last your throat turns: 't is their scent / Pulls down my face upon you. Nay, look ever / This one way till I change, grow you -- I could / Change into you, beloved!