Fakrash.
Is not life itself a sufficient boon?
Horace.
What? When you've parted me for ever from the girl I love! Life is no boon to me now. If you don't put an end to me I shall do it myself—by jumping over that balcony and breaking my neck!... I've a good mind to do it now.
[He makes a sudden movement towards the balcony as though to carry out his threat.
Fakrash.
[Detaining him.] Hold! I entreat thee! Do not abandon me thus, and all that I have done I will undo!
[As he speaks he throws away the scimitar, which, to Horace's amazement, vanishes.
Horace.
[Going to the right with his back to the audience.] That's more like business! But—can you undo the mischief you've done?