Of human sword in a friend's hand; the other

Is master-mover of his warlike puppet;

But I dismiss them from my mind.—Yet pause,

My Myrrha! dost thou truly follow me,

Freely and fearlessly?

Myr.‍And dost thou think

A Greek girl dare not do for love, that which

An Indian widow braves for custom?[as]

Sar.‍Then

We but await the signal.