And then, to atone her anger, kill myself. [Seems going hastily.
Ram. Hold, hold, Alphonso! heaven, and earth, and I,
Who have a father's title to your life,
Forbid that parricide.
Alph. Would you refuse a madman leave to sleep?
'Tis sleep must cure me, and that sleep is death.
Ram. A madman must be cooled, to make him sleep.
I have prepared a gentle opiate for you;
One moment's patience, and I will infuse it.
You see me dispossessed of all my state?