And put your arms about me—so.
You may have trust in me—I’m honest,
And have a sister lives with me,
And she shall tend you. All the land
Shall follow to-morrow your murderer . . .
So there . . . your weight is but a child’s . . .
But stay, I have forgot the dagger—
The dagger that gleams on the glistening grass.
Evaïd.No, no, leave it there;
Leave the dagger where it fell;