Bion. Not mine.
I do condemn him, but can lift no hand
To seal mine order.
Vig. I am not so weak.
This blow for Charilus!
Ard. [Staying him] If Bertrand dies
My honor goes unto a grave so deep
No shoot of green will ever from it spring
For the world's eye to light on.
Bion. You make much
Of broken troth. There's many a maid has lived
In wedded honor with a second choice.
Ard. But I may not.
Bion. Peace, sister.
Ard. Let him live,
And Suli's glory will enwrap my name
Stainless and safe.
Ban. 'Tis safe with me. Ay, safer.
Let Antioch enlist with me, and I
Shall wear the name of Suli with my own.
Ard. You've yet to hear ... you do not know, my lord....
Ber. Sweet, plead no more. Let me go on to Heaven
If 't be God wills his gates shall ope to me.