And give’t to whoso of the twain survives.
(To Gyges.) If it be you, I grudge it not, and men
Will see it on your brow with joy—Come, come!
You say you’d never take it? Fie, oh fie!
’Twould only lapse upon a lesser man.
Gyges.
Sire, swear you’ll do your honest part in fight.
Kan.
’Tis mine to show her I’ll not lightly lose
So dear a loveliness. I swear it then.