My knightly honor, dearer to my heart
Than any love of woman—hers or thine!
I had no choice—my honor was at stake.
Sel. Thine honor! Thou dost well to speak of that.
Can devils take the face and form of gods?
Are truth and treachery so near akin
That one can wear the other’s countenance?
Are all men such as thou? Or art thou not
Of thine accursed race the most accursed?
Why, honorable sir, thou art a knight