'Tis in your power to save your husband's life:
The gods, by me, your love and virtue try;
For both will suffer, if you let him die.
_Alib_. I never can believe you will proceed
To such a black, and execrable deed.
_Odm_. I only threatened you; but could not prove
So much a fool, to murder what I love:
But in his death I some advantage see:
Worse than it is I'm sure it cannot be.
If you consent, you with that gentle breath
Preserve his life: If not, behold his death.
[_Holds his sword to his breast_.
_Alib_. What shall I do!
_Guy_. What, are your thoughts at strife
About a ransom to preserve my life?
Though to save yours I did my interest give,
Think not, when you were his, I meant to live.
_Alib_. O let him be preserved by any way:
But name not the foul price which I must pay.
[_To_ ODM.
_Odm_. You would, and would not,--I'll no longer stay.
[_Offers again to kill him_.
_Alib_. I yield, I yield; but yet, ere I am ill,
An innocent desire I would fulfil:
With Guyomar I one chaste kiss would leave,
The first and last he ever can receive.
_Odm_. Have what you ask: That minute you agree
To my desires, your husband shall be free.
[_They unbind her, she goes to her husband_.
_Guy_. No, Alibech, we never must embrace.
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