A life, a woman's life! Why, sack a town,
And thousands die like her. My faithful Oran,
Come let me love thee, let me find a friend
When friends can prove themselves. It's not an oath
Vowed in our sunshine ease, that shows a friend;
'Tis the tempestuous mood like this, that calls
For faithful service.
V:3:47 ORAN.
Hah! the Emir's blood
Cries for this judgment. It was sacred seed.
V:3:48 ALAR.
It flowed to clear thine honour. Art thou he
That honour loved so dearly. that he scorned
Betrayal of a foe, although that foe
Had changed him to a bravo?
V:3:49 ORAN.
Let me kiss
Thy garment's hem, and grovel it thy feet --
I pray, I supplicate -- my lord, my lord --
Absolve me from that oath!
V:3:50 ALAR.
I had not thought
To claim it twice. It seems I lacked some judgment
In man, to deem that honour might be found
In hired stabbers.
V:3:51 ORAN.
Hah! I vowed to thee
A life for that which thou didst spare -- 'tis well.
The debt is paid.
[Stabs himself and falls.]
[Enter the COUNTESS from the inner Chamber.]
V:3:52 COUN.
Pages:
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123