Pol. [Throwing herself at Victor's feet.]

E'en now retake it, sir!

Oh, speak! We are your subjects both, once more!

Say it—a word effects it! You meant not,

Nor do mean now, to take it: but you must!

'T is in you—in your nature—and the shame 's

Not half the shame 't would grow to afterwards!

Cha. Polyxena!

Pol. A word recalls the knights—

Say it!—What 's promising and what 's the past?