V:3:10 ALAR.
Then 'twas nothing.
My spirit vaults! Oran, thou dost remember
The night that we first met?

V:3:11 ORAN.
'Tis graven deep
Upon my heart.

V:3:12 ALAR.
I think thou lov'st me, Oran?

V:3:13 ORAN.
And all thy house.

V:3:14 ALAR.
Nay, thou shalt love but me.
I'll no divisions in the hearts that are mine.

V:3:15 ORAN.
I have no love but that which knits me to thee
With deeper love.

V:3:16 ALAR.
I found thee, Oran, what--
I will not say. And now thou art, good Oran,
A Prince's Castellan.

V:3:17 ORAN.
I feel thy bounty.

V:3:18 ALAR.
Thou shalt be more. But serve me as I would,
And thou shalt name thy meed.

V:3:19 ORAN.
To serve my lord
Is my sufficient meed.

V:3:20 ALAR.
Come hither, Oran,
Were there a life between me and my life,
And all that makes that life a thing to cling to,
Love, Honour, Power, ay, what I will not name
Nor thou canst image--yet enough to stir
Ambition in the dead--I think, good Oran,
Thou would'st not see me foiled?

V:3:21 ORAN.
Thy glory's dearer
Than life to me.

V:3:22 ALAR.
I knew it, I knew it.
Thou shalt share all; thy alien blood shall be
No bar to thy preferment. Hast thou brothers?
I'll send for them. An aged sire, perchance?
Here's gold for him. Count it thyself. Contrive
All means of self-enjoyment. To the full
They shall lap up fruition. Thou hast, all have,
Some master wish which still eludes thy grasp,
And still's the secret idol of thy soul;
'Tis gained. And only if thou dost, good Oran,
What love and duty prompt.

V:3:23 ORAN.
Count on my faith,
I stand prepared