I doubt it not—You'll not delay your Charge;
The Troops are all impatient for the Battle.
[Exeunt Tenesco and Philip.
Chekitan [solus].
This is not to my Mind—But I must do it—
If Philip heads the Troops, my Hopes are blown—
I must prepare, and leave the Event to Fate
And him—'Tis fix'd—There is no other Choice;
Monelia I must leave, and think of Battles—
She will be safe—But, Oh! the Chance of War—
Perhaps I fall—and never see her more—
This shocks my Soul in spite of Resolution—
The bare Perhaps is more than Daggers to me—
To part for ever! I'd rather stand against
Embattled Troops than meet this single Thought;
A Thought in Poison dipp'd and pointed round;
Oh! how it pains my doubting trembling Heart!
I must not harbour it—My Word is gone—
My Honour calls—and, what is more, my Love.
[Noise of Monelia striving behind the scene.
[Going towards the sound, the Scene opens and discovers the Priest with her.
Scene II. Monelia and Priest.
Chekitan.
What do I see? The holy Priest is with her.
Monelia.