Rhod.
My lord baulked your intent although he knew——
Gyges.
’Twas naught. The unwonted crisis that beset him
Cost me the service of a free-willed death
But did not cheat you of your sacrifice.
Farewell; there’ll be no sword of yours unclean.
Rhod.
Stay—not by your own hand nor yet by murder,
But by your paramount arbiter you fall.