Then follow; let me hold to you one hand
In the firm grip of pact, and with the other
Thrust me clean through by custom’s holy ordinance;
With rapture, yea, with smiles it shall be done.
Kan.
I almost rue the deed! Here rant and rave,
Within suspicion—Bah!
Gyges.
Why vacillate?
How oft have young men in free-willed devotion