Her. Hath he let go
Name—kindred—honour—for an infidel,
And will he grasp his faith?
Rai. (after a gloomy pause.)
That which bears poison—should it not be crush’d
What though the weed look lovely?
[Suddenly addressing Du Mornay
You have seen
My native halls, Du Mornay, far away
In Languedoc?