Europa. The passages are dark.
Sir T. You know the way.
Europa. I know the way! This is a kind of strength;
But, sir, I'm not defeated.
Sir T. No?
Europa. Not yet.
When I return we shall resume the fight:
Since you're so masterful, I must be won.
[Goes out.]
Sir T. The cureless wound of sex that nature dealt
Gives man the victory still. If women knew
The tenth part of their power while passion lasts!
[Opens the desk and takes from a secret drawer a handful of bank-notes.]