Zar.‍Alas!

Sal.‍Hear me, sister, like

My sister:—all's prepared to make your safety

Certain, and of the boys too, our last hopes;370

'Tis not a single question of mere feeling,

Though that were much—but 'tis a point of state:

The rebels would do more to seize upon

The offspring of their sovereign, and so crush——

Zar. Ah! do not name it.

Sal.‍Well, then, mark me: when