Soliman.
Nay, then, I see, my stooping makes her proud;
She is my vassal, and I will command.
Coy virgin, know'st thou what offence it is
To thwart the will and pleasure of a king?
Why, thy life is done, if I but say the word.
Perseda.
Why, that's the period that my heart desires.
Soliman.
And die thou shalt, unless thou change thy mind.
Perseda.
Nay, then, Perseda grows resolute:
Soliman's thoughts and mine resemble
Lines parallel,[414] that never can be join'd.
Soliman.
Then kneel thee down,
And at my hands receive the stroke of death,
Doom'd to thyself by thine own wilfulness.