This golden goblet, let it hold your wine,
And think of me; or melt it into ingots,
And think of nothing but their weight and value.
Her. I thank you doubly for my life, and this340
Most gorgeous gift, which renders it more precious.
But must I bear no answer?
Sar.Yes,—I ask
An hour's truce to consider.
Her.But an hour's?
Sar. An hour's: if at the expiration of