_Sar._ Scorned! what, to be the envy of your sex, And lord it o'er the heart of the World's lord? _Myr._ Were you the lord of twice ten thousand worlds-- As you are like to lose the one you swayed-- I did abase myself as much in being Your paramour, as though you were a peasant-- Nay, more, if that the peasant were a Greek. _Sar._ You talk it well---- _Myr._ And truly. _Sar._ In the hour Of man's adversity all things grow daring Against the falling; but as I am not 470 Quite fall'n, nor now disposed to bear reproaches, Perhaps because I merit them too often, Let us then part while peace is still between us. _Myr._ Part! _Sar._ Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present one day part? _Myr._ Why? _Sar._ For your safety, which I will have looked to, With a strong escort to your native land; And such gifts, as, if you had not been all A Queen, shall make your dowry worth a kingdom. _Myr._ I pray you talk not thus. _Sar._ The Queen is gone: 480 You need not shame to follow. I would fall Alone--I seek no partners but in pleasure. _Myr._ And I no pleasure but in parting not. You shall not force me from you. _Sar._ Think well of it-- It soon may be too late. _Myr._ So let it be; For then you cannot separate me from you. _Sar._ And will not; but I thought you wished it. _Myr._ I! _Sar._ You spoke of your abasement. _Myr._ And I feel it Deeply--more deeply than all things but love. _Sar._ Then fly from it. _Myr._ 'Twill not recall the past-- 490 'Twill not restore my honour, nor my heart. No--here I stand or fall. If that you conquer, I live to joy in your great triumph: should Your lot be different, I'll not weep, but share it. You did not doubt me a few hours ago. _Sar._ Your courage never--nor your love till now; And none could make me doubt it save yourself. Those words---- _Myr._ Were words. I pray you, let the proofs Be in the past acts you were pleased to praise This very night, and in my further bearing, 500 Beside, wherever you are borne by fate.