Flori.Come on!
(Desperate fight—at the end, Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian wound Arac, Guron, and Scynthius.)
Prin. (entering through gate).
Hold! stay your hands!—we yield ourselves to you.
Ladies, my brothers all lie bleeding there!
Bind up their wounds—but look the other way.
Is this the end? How say you, Lady Blanche—
Can I with dignity my post resign?
And if I do, will you then take my place?
Blanche. To answer this, it’s meet that we consult