Sar. Then fly from it.

Myr.‍'Twill not recall the past—490

'Twill not restore my honour, nor my heart.

No—here I stand or fall. If that you conquer,

I live to joy in your great triumph: should

Your lot be different, I'll not weep, but share it.

You did not doubt me a few hours ago.

Sar. Your courage never—nor your love till now;

And none could make me doubt it save yourself.

Those words——