May not be won to turn an eye less loath
On one of them, and blessing one, save both?
Just. Alas! I know it is impossible—
Not if they wasted all their youth in sighs,
And even slavish importunities,
I could but pity—pity all the more
That all the less what only they implore
To yield; so great a gulf between us lies.
Cipr. What—is the throne pre-occupied?
Just. If so,