O God, which shall I choose? They do forbid me—
The ruler of this place and that good woman
Who is my wife, but holds their cursèd State
More than my love—to go.
Lys.
My prince, I come
To find a way by which thou mayst go free
From that which binds thee fast. This festival
To the dead Lamachus will give the occasion
To set thee free. If thou dost doubt to break