I’d keep my birthright! To possess that prize
You must cut off these hands, put out these eyes,
Drain me of blood, and draw me limb from limb!
For it is Wiowani, ’tis from him
That I get strength; ’tis Wiowani who
Now stands in judgement betwixt me and you!
Olang.
Some Devil has made you say that! Some Devil, I say!
What? So you think yourself worth saving, eh?
Worth having, eh? worth teaching? Do you dream