Nor I, and hope I’ll keep my faith’s account. RHOD. Then search out Grecian Gyges, bear him word That I would see him. KARNA. You! RHOD. Bestir yourself Lest so he should escape. Set on his tracks If he has fled, and bring him here again. Ere night has come before me he must stand! KARNA. I shall deliver him, alive or dead. [_Exit._ LESBIA. Say what is this? You think ’tis Gyges? RHOD. Gyges! LESBIA. He’s done your feelings hurt? RHOD. Done blasphemous insult Upon the Holiest, brought the heaviest curse From heaven upon my head, the selfsame curse Which all the gods are loath to set at launch Because it strikes alone the sinless man. ’Tis he that schools me murder. LESBIA. Never he! I swear it to you! RHOD. How can you? LESBIA. O Queen, I too have had my lesson, and I know That he would rather sunder soul from body Than do you hurt. RHOD. Even so? LESBIA. I have for you A word--his very message. Oh how bitter, How bitter pain this word brought when I heard it! Now ’tis half joy. I am to tell you from him He’s not so much as looked at me--He loves you! Now ask yourself--is’t possible? RHOD. He loves me! Then it is certain. LESBIA. How? RHOD. Come tell me, fool! Can a man love what he has never seen? If Gyges saw me--say, when did he see me? [LESBIA _puts her hand before her eyes_. Now say, as maiden, whether he must die! ACT IV _The Queen’s Apartment_. RHODOPE _alone_. RHODOPE.