I rescue it, fear not: yes, we retire.
[She is reluctant to go with him.
Whatever is your wish becomes my own,
Nor is there in this land but who obeys.
[Sternly—he leads her away.
ACT III. SCENE 1.
Palace in Xeres.
Roderigo and Opas.
Rod. Impossible! she could not thus resign
Me, for a miscreant of Barbary,
A mere adventurer—but that citron face
Shall bleach and shrivel the whole winter long;
There, on yon cork-tree by the sallyport.
She shall return.
Opas. To fondness and to faith?
Dost thou retain them, if she could return?
Rod. Retain them? she has forfeited by this
All right to fondness, all to royalty.