YORUL So when I Beheld that deed—forgive me!
EGIL Ah!
YORUL I spake Those traitor’s words that damned thee to this cell; For I was mad. O God! the memory Maddens me now.
EGIL Ha!
YORUL Look not on me so, For I am weak and passionate. Take care! The truth deserts me!—Nay, forgive me, master, ’Tis love is falsehood.
YORUL I am thy liegeman, And what was mine was thine to take, unquestioned.
EGIL Ah!
YORUL Yet my soul would question, and I claimed her In spite of thee, for that same night— [Draws nearer and whispers.] I killed her. Mine! She is mine! Thou canst not touch her now. She lies out yonder with the virgin stars White and inviolable. Dead, she is mine Whom, living, ’twas thy title not to spare. Master, pity my triumph! Leave me yet This foible of my arrogance, for which Henceforth I am thy loyal slave, to do Or die for thee.
EGIL Wouldst serve me—ah?