Let her but a moment behold you! behold me!
And he whom she chooses we'll quickly discover.
Well, say!—we'll suppose it!—to you she is tender!
And goes with you thither; while I remain lonely,
Think you that this woman I thus would surrender?
Nay! she shall remain with me! mine to be only.
Why, you are my captive! but though I can slay you!
Give over this folly—you'll find me a true man!
Nay more, you are free, honoured, wealthy—what say you?
What madman refuse you!—then lose life and woman.