But gentlemen, ’tis death to enter here—
My vow will make me speak. What shall I do?
This palace is a rat trap—we the bait—
And you the foolish victims!
Cyril.Be it so—
A prisoned rat, before he dies the death,
Has liberty to nibble at the bait! (kisses her).
Psyche. Forbear, sir—pray—you know not what you do!
We have all promised to renounce mankind.
Hilar. But on what grounds do you, fair Psyche, base