Zar. I know not. But yet live for my—that is,
Your children's sake!
Sar.My gentle, wronged Zarina!
I am the very slave of Circumstance330
And Impulse—borne away with every breath!
Misplaced upon the throne—misplaced in life.
I know not what I could have been, but feel
I am not what I should be—let it end.
But take this with thee: if I was not formed
To prize a love like thine, a mind like thine,