Oh I am faint—You have preserv'd my Honour,
Which he, foul Christian, thirsted to destroy.
[Priest attempts to go.
Chekitan.
Stay; leave your Life to expiate your Crime:
Your heated Blood shall pay for your Presumption.
[Offering to strike him with a hatchet.
Priest.
Good Prince, forbear your pious Hand from Blood;
I did not know you was this Maiden's Lover,
I took her for a Stranger, half your Foe.
Chekitan.
Did you not know she was King Hendrick's Daughter?
Did you not know that she was not your Wife?
Have you not told us, holy Men like you
Are by the Gods forbid all fleshly Converse?
Have you not told us, Death, and Fire, and Hell
Await those who are incontinent,
Or dare to violate the Rites of Wedlock?
That your God's Mother liv'd and died a Virgin,
And thereby set Example to her Sex?
What means all this? Say you such Things to us,
That you alone may revel in these Pleasures?
Priest.