Whose sword burst swifter o’er the Saracen,
I’ the rescue of our king, by Jordan’s waves—
I say, let him speak first!
Her. Is he not an apostate?
Rai. No, no, no!
If he were that, had my life’s blood that taint,
This hand should pour it out! He is not that.
Her. Not yet.
Rai. Not yet, nor ever! Let me die
In a lost battle first!