Du N. This is no time for words—less for concealment.
This day—a deed—
War. Oh, heaven!
Du N. What wouldst venture
For sake of yon sweet form should ill assail her?
War. My life were worthless in such cause.
Du N. Couldst see her
Dragged from thy arms to meet a horrid death?
War. Earth's potentates combined should fail to part us.
Du N. Warwick! there was a time when ice had bound
These lips, and easier 'twere to die than speak.
I felt ashamed it should be thought I loved;
But now, with equal agony and pride,
I own—I love.—
War. The maid! unhappy friend!
Du N. Thou hast not, then, forgot thy former pledge—
The pledge thou gav'st, when from my hands redeemed,
"Should ever need be thine—remember Warwick."
I claim it now.
War. Name ought I can concede,
But spare, oh, spare what honour must forbid
Du Nois to ask, or Warwick grant.