Your soul’s deep thirst with fame! immortal fame!
Fame to the sick of heart!—a gorgeous robe,
A crown of victory, unto him that dies
I’ th’ burning waste, for water!
Gon. This from thee!
Now the last drop of bitterness is pour’d.
Elmina—I forgive thee!
[Exit Elmina.
Aid me, Heaven!
From whom alone is power! Oh! thou hast set