[Barca re-enters right]
Barca. [To Bertrand] The master asks a word with you, my lord.
[Exit Bertrand with Barca]
Ard. Will you accept his oath?
Vig. Go to your room.
Bion. We'll talk alone.
Ard. Nay, hear me first. You think
To force me to the arms of Banissat.
Give over that wild thought.
Bion. 'Twas not so wild
An hour ago.
Ard. Fate lifts the hand that laid
Compulsion on me. I am free. O, free!
No strait of life or death can make me less
Than mistress of myself.
Bion. Our destiny
Is bound with Banissat. Make him our foe,
And where shall we find peace? Not on these peaks.