Give me your sword instead. KAN. I thank you that you show such noble mind. [_Is about to go._ GYGES. There’s something yet (_takes a jewel from his breast_)--this (_proferring it_). KAN. Why, what---- GYGES. Well you know it. KAN. Rhodope’s diamond! GYGES. I took the thing, From there upon her neck--forgive the deed! It is atoned. KAN. Is this your hand, Erinnyes? Oh, verily ye are most light of sleep! GYGES. You’re bitter ’gainst me. KAN. No, not you. Farewell, But never must we see each other more. [_Exit._ GYGES. Never! I go forthwith. Then where’s the goal? Come, come--what was my quest before this Lydian Countered my path? Forgot so soon? Why no! There was the lure that drew me to old Nile Where men with yellow skins and slitten eyes Build for dead monarchs everlasting houses. Then ho for the old road! I’ll give a spell To some poor wretch down there who’s wearied out. ACT III RHODOPE’S _chamber_. HERO _and other slave-girls occupied in arranging the room._ _Enter_ RHODOPE. RHODOPE. Why are these mirrors round the walls unveiled? HERO. The mirrors, Queen? RHOD. The mirrors. And these doors So wide ajar--whose work is this? HERO. You love To have your outlook towards the sunlit morning And draw into your lungs its freshening breath. RHOD. Who tells you that? Enough--To with their bolts! Turn every mirror round! [HERO _shuts the doors and turns round the mirrors_. My soul, ’tis true! Vain, vain the salve of flattering persuasion That I have duped my senses. Turn thee, Night, And pall me in the dunnest of thy veils! I am defiled as never yet was woman. HERO. This rose at least you will not all despise; Ere the sun’s self had risen I plucked it for you, RHOD. Away! Too soon it withers at my touch! HERO. My name is Hero and not Lesbia. [_She retires with her companions._ RHOD.