Rod. Fly! no, Egilona—
Dost thou forgive me? dost thou love me? still?
Egil. I hate, abominate, abhor thee—go,
Or my own vengeance—
[Roderigo points with his own to the drawn swords of Muza and Abdalazis, who look with malice towards Julian, takes his hand, and seems inviting to attack them. Julian casts his hand away.
Rod. Julian!—
Jul. Hence, or die.
ACT II. SCENE 1.
Camp of Julian.
Julian and Covilla.
Jul. Obdurate! I am not as I appear.
Weep, my beloved child, Covilla weep
Into my bosom; every drop be mine
Of this most bitter soul-empoisoning cup:
Into no other bosom than thy father’s
Canst thou, or wouldst thou, pour it.
Cov. Cease, my lord,
My father, angel of my youth, when all
Was innocence and peace—