Flor. Hilda, be just. How can I do this thing?
Can I command my heart, or deal with it
As I can deal with life or limb? By Heaven,
I would lay down my life to save Vavir,
But not my love!
Hil.I do not ask thy life!
I have a life to yield, if such a price
Could save my sister. Oh, forgive me, sir;
My weight of grief hath maddened me; and yet
I ask for no one-sided sacrifice.