Aur. Oh, be not so obdurate!
Attic. I’le heare no more.
Atlan. Yet, gracious Sir, for my indeuouring paines,
(Though fruitlesse now) let mee (a Stranger) beg
One boone——
Attic. But not the freedome of Leonida.
Atlan. Since she must die; I beg she may not basely
Be hurried forth amongst vnciuill men;
But that your Queene, and I, and some few others,
With any one of your attendant Lords,