For no allurement which thy new life brings thee,
The love of wife or child, wilt thou forget
Our Bosphorus, but still wilt hold her weal
Above all other objects of thy love
In good or adverse fortune.
Asan.
Nay, my lord,
There is no need for oaths; yet will I swear it,
Here on this soldier's cross.
[Makes a cross with the hilt of his sword.