Gyges.
Nay, that the King still bears upon his finger.
Rhod.
Already then it has its fitting place.
[She frees Gyges’ hand.
And now step back. Be faithful to your vow
As I keep faith with mine. My stain is purged,
For none has seen me save for whom ’twas meet.
But now I disunite me (stabs herself) thus from you!