Ard. Question nothing.
Do you not live?
Bion. The prince will summon Oswald
To earliest parley, and make our offer known.
Ban. Nor lose an instant. Here begins my journey.
[Signs to retainers who start down the pass]
Bion. We need not give you thanks when you've our hearts
That hold them.
Ban. By the sunset hour the earl
Shall give me answer. Meet me in Avesta
'Tween dark and light.
Bion. We will, my lord.
[Exit Banissat]
Ber. O, strange!
Will he keep faith?
Bion. If you must doubt his heart,
Trust his affliction. Antioch lost to him,
What can he do but smile on Christian Oswald?
By that same argument I am condemned,
But beg a respite till this pushing peace,
Upsprung in haste, may bear you buds of proof.
Ber. What world is this?