Your courteous courage did in my behalf——
Ulr. I pray you press the theme no further.
Stral.But
Can I not serve you? You are young, and of
That mould which throws out heroes; fair in favour;
Brave, I know, by my living now to say so;
And, doubtlessly, with such a form and heart,
Would look into the fiery eyes of War,160
As ardently for glory as you dared
An obscure death to save an unknown stranger,