Cort. Beyond the ocean, far from hence it lies.
Cyd. Your other world, I fear, is then the same,
That souls must go to when the body dies.
But what's the cause that keeps you here with me,
That I may know what keeps me here with you?
Cort. Mine is a love which must perpetual be, If you can be so just as I am true.
Enter ORBELLAN.
Orb. Your father wonders much at your delay.
Cyd. So great a wonder for so small a stay!
Orb. He has commanded you with me to go.
Cyd. Has he not sent to bring the stranger too?
Orb. If he to-morrow dares in fight appear, His high-placed love perhaps may cost him dear.
Cort. Dares!—that word was never spoke to Spaniard yet,
But forfeited his life, who gave him it;
Haste quickly with thy pledge of safety hence,
Thy guilt's protected by her innocence.