Mount. A thousand times I will demand thy pardon,
And keep the reckoning on thy lips with kisses.
Abd. There's something else, that would prevail more with me.
Mount. Thou shalt have all thy wishes do but bless me
With means to satisfie my mad desires
For once in Oriana and for ever
I am thine, only thine my best Abdella.
Abd. Were I assur'd of this, and that you would
Having enjoy'd her—
Mount. Any thing: make choice of
Thine own conditions.
Abd. Swear then, that perform'd,
(To free me from all doubts and fears hereafter)
To give me leave to kill her.
Mount. That our safety
Must of necessity urge us to.
Abd. Then know
It was not poyson, but a sleeping potion
Which she receiv'd; yet of sufficient strength
So to bind up her sences, that no sign
Of life appear'd in her: and thus thought dead,
In her best habit, as the custom is
You know in Malta, with all ceremonies
She's buried in her families monument,
In the Temple of St. John; I'll bring you thither,
Thus, as you are disguis'd; some six hours hence
The potion will leave working.
Roc. Let us haste then.
Mount. Be my good angel, guide me.