Cyd. For his dear sake let me my life receive.
Alm. Fool, for his sake alone you must not live: Revenge is now my joy; he's not for me, And I'll make sure he ne'er shall be for thee.
Cyd. But what's my crime?
Alm. 'Tis loving where I love.
Cyd. Your own example does my act approve.
Alm. 'Tis such a fault I never can forgive.
Cyd. How can I mend, unless you let me live? I yet am tender, young, and full of fear, And dare not die, but fain would tarry here.
Cort. If blood you seek, I will my own resign: O spare her life, and in exchange take mine!
Alm. The love you shew but hastes her death the more.
Cort. I'll run, and help to force the inner door. [Is going in haste.