That when you stand again before her sight
There’ll be at least one thing in me to praise.
Here is the rushing fount of life you seek,
You have the key yourself, then ope the lock!
Gyges.
Not for the world!
Kan.
For her, my friend, for her!
[Gyges makes a gesture of refusal.
Nay, I bethink me now. You wished to-day