Vig. How dare he woo thee when
Mere Vairdelan? This blade had stood between!
Bion. Such beggar suit would then have cheapened thee
Beneath a prince's wearing. [Leading her to door, right]
No drooping now!
The way lies clear.
Ard. O, brother——
Bion. Get you in.
Ard. Will you not listen?
Bion. Leave your hope with us,
Your secret is our own. [Closes door upon her]
Vig. Here's change of sky.
You trust Lord Bertrand?
Bion. That is now our course.
Our father will go down.
Vig. What's in your heart?
I'll open mine.
Bion. I beg you do.