And if we fall, we’ve promised him your hand.
Prin. (sighing). So be it, Arac; brothers though you be,
With all your faults you’re brave, as brutes are brave.
So be it—fight them here, but (aside and bashfully) oh, my brother,
Kill whom you will, but spare Hilarion!
He saved my life!
Melissa. (aside to Arac). Oh, save me Florian,
He is her brother! (indicating Psyche.)
Psyche. (aside to Arac). Oh, spare Cyril, sir,
You’ve no idea what jolly songs he sings!