Almahide. Then, since you needs will all my weakness know,
I love you; and so well, that you must go.
I am so much oblig’d, and have withall
A heart so boundless and so prodigal
I dare not trust myself, or you, to stay,
But, like frank gamesters, must foreswear the play.
Almanzor. Fate, thou art kind to strike so hard a blow;
I am quite stunn’d, and past all feeling now.
Yet—can you tell me you have pow’r and will
To save my life, and at that instant, kill![13]