Bion. Not now. The prince!
[Re-enter Bertrand, right]
Ber. I pray your answer, friends.
Let us go down unhindered, and my oath
I leave with you, a hostage sure as though
With iron bonds you held my breathing form:
For in that oath I leave no treasure less
Than honor, knighthood, and what in me moves
Deathless to God.
Bion. It is enough. Our guest
Is free.
Ber. Once more my brothers!
Bion. Know us ever
By that dear name.
Vig. And this deep oath you take
For Charilus' sake, is sworn too for our sister?
Ber. For Ardia? No, my lord.
Vig. Do you say no?
Ber. I must so answer you. For the fell harm
That touches her would of myself make end.
My honor so impeached would cease to breathe
The air itself made foul. I could not come
Having no life to bring me.