The feeling that restrained
My arm from joining stabbers -- Honour.
III:3:51 ALAR.
Humph!
An overseer of stabbers for some ducats.
And is that honour?
III:3:52 ORAN.
Once he screened my life,
And this was my return.
III:3:53 ALAR.
What if I spare
Thy life even now? Wilt thou accord to me
The same devotion?
III:3:54 ORAN.
Yea; the life thou givest
Thou shouldst command.
III:3:55 ALAR.
If I, too, have a foe
Crossing my path and blighting all my life?
III:3:56 ORAN.
This sword should strive to reach him.
III:3:57 ALAR.
Him! thy bond
Shall know no sex or nation. Limitless
Shall be thy pledge. I'll claim from thee a life
For that I spare. How now, wilt live?
III:3:58 ORAN.
To pay
A life for that now spared.
III:3:59 ALAR.
Swear to thy truth;
Swear by Mahound, and swear by all thy gods,
If thou hast any; swear it by the stars,
In which we all believe; and by thy hopes
Of thy false paradise; swear it by thy soul,
And by thy sword!
III:3:60 ORAN.
I swear.
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