As quit me?

Arb.‍That's a sacerdotal thought,

And not a soldier's.

Bel.‍Be it what you will—

Truce with these wranglings, and but hear me.

Arb.‍No—

There is more peril in your subtle spirit

Than in a phalanx.

Bel.‍If it must be so—

I'll on alone.