If that this moment is not gained.

Zar.‍My brain turns—

My eyes fail—where is he? [She faints.

Sar. (advancing).‍No—set her down;

She's dead—and you have slain her.

Sal.‍'Tis the mere

Faintness of o'erwrought passion: in the air

She will recover. Pray, keep back.—[Aside.] I must

Avail myself of this sole moment to420

Bear her to where her children are embarked,