To set you free!
Ara. No, no! The rocks would gash
More cruelly than swords. Wait—O! Blest Heaven!
Thou 'rt saved! Wait here!
[Runs into inner room]
Aris. Go, spirit beautiful!
Her hair enrobes her like a parted cloud
That opes to show us Heaven.... Give now my flesh
To swords, ye gods, but save me from the death
That has no end!...