Crassus. 
Just my hand.

Alicia. 
You disobey your mistress’s command? 
The time is near when you shall see
The keyhole of my comedy!

Crassus. 
Ha!  Ha!  Ha!

Alicia. 
Hush, you coarse slave; we’ll surprise
Your good wife in her mystic exercise. 
Quick, through the bramble!
                        [They burst through upon Adela.]

Crassus. 
Now, you beast, I’ve got you! 
The curst of God, and plague of Naples, rot you! 
For this white brute — one slit!
                        [He cuts the throat of the swan with
                        his dagger.]

Adela. 
Oh love betrayed! 
O my dead beauty!  Faugh! deceitful maid. 
Not Crassus found me out.  Had I the wings
Of my dead love — oh love! —

Alicia. 
Why, wondrous things!

Adela. 
These nails shall serve.  A servant!

Crassus. 
She shall be
My wife, damned witch, when I have done with thee!
                        [The swan dies.]

Adela. 
I’ll kill her now.  But see! my swan is dead.

Alicia. 
Yes! and what light is breaking overhead? 
What blaze of blue and gold envelops us?

Crassus. 
O marvel!  O miraculous!

Adela. 
What is it?  Why, my lover’s life, in me
Once concentrated, now diffused, illumes
The endless reaches of eternity
With infinite brilliance, with intense perfumes.

Alicia. 
O then your lover was some god’s disguise.

Adela. 
And you have robbed me.  Now beware your eyes!
                        [She springs at Alicia, who guards herself
                        easily.  But in the struggle her robe tears.]

Alicia. 
Take care!

Adela. 
A boy!

Crassus. 
A boy!  Then what am I?

Alicia. 
That is the key-word of the comedy. 
You thought you had two vices at your need;
But she had Jove and you had Ganymede.
                        [They are struck dumb and still with
                        amazement.  Alicia claps her hands four times.]

Sweep through the air, bright blaze of eagle-wings! 
Crassus, sub pennis, penis!  How he swings
His bulk from yonder sightless poise, to bear
me back to the Dominion of the air
Where I shall bear the cup of Jupiter! 
Blind babes, love one another, no less true
Because the gods have deigned to dwell with you!
                        [The eagle bears Ganymede aloft.]

Crassus. 
Adela! these mysteries too great
For you and me to estimate. 
But, widowed both, come, seek domestic charms
As we were wont, in one another’s arms! 
What perfect moss for you to lie upon!