Nor said he more?

III:2:62 SOL.
It had found me deaf,
For he touched hearings quick.

III:2:63 ALAR.
Thy faith in me
Hath gone.

III:2:64 SOL.
I'll doubt our shrined miracles
Before I doubt Alarcos.

III:2:65 ALAR.
He'll believe thee,
For at this moment he has much to endure,
And that he could not.

III:2:66 SOL.
And yet I must choose
This time to vex thee. O, I am the curse
And blight of the existence, which to bless
Is all my thought! Alarcos, dear Alarcos,
I pray thee pardon me. I am so wretched:
This fell suspense is like a frightful dream
Wherein we fall from heights, yet never reach
The bottomless abyss. It wastes my spirit,
Wears down my life, gnaws ever at my heart,
Makes my brain quick when others are asleep,
And dull when theirs is active. O, Alarcos,
I could lie down and die.

III:2:67 ALAR.

[Advancing in soliloquy.]

Asleep, awake,
In dreams, and in the musing moods that wait
On unfulfilled purposes, I've done it;
And thought upon it afterwards, nor shrunk
From the fell retrospect.

III:2:68 SOL.
He's wrapped in thought;
Indeed his glance was wild when first he entered,
And his speech lacked completeness.

III:2:69 ALAR.
How is it then,
The body that should be the viler part,
And made for servile uses, should rebel
'Gainst the mind's mandate, and should hold its aid
Aloof from our adventure? Why the sin
Is in the thought, not in the deed; 'tis not
The body pays the penalty, the soul
Must clear that awful scot. What palls my arm?
It is not pity; trumpet-tongued ambition
Stifles her plaintive voice; it is not love,
For that inspires the blow! Art thou Solisa?

III:2:70 SOL.