could speak to thee. I claim thine oath.

V:3:37 ORAN.
One moment, yet one moment. This is sudden
As it is terrible.

V:3:38 ALAR.
The womb is ripe,
And thou art but the midwife of the birth
I have engendered.

V:3:39 ORAN.
Think how fair she is,
How gracious, how devoted!

V:3:40 ALAR.
Need I thee
To tell me what she is!

V:3:41 ORAN.
Thy children's mother.

V:3:42 ALAR.
Would she were not! Another breast should bear
My children.

V:3:43 ORAN.
Thou inhuman bloody man--
It shall not be, it cannot, cannot be.
I tell thee, tyrant, there's a power abroad
E'en now that crashes thee. The storm that raged
Blows from a mystic quarter. 'Tis the hand
Of Allah guides the tempest of this night.

V:3:44 ALAR.
Thine oath, thine oath!

V:3:45 ORAN.
Accursed be the hour
Thou sparedst my life!

V:3:46 ALAR.
Thine oath, I claim thine oath.
Nay, Moor, what is it? 'Tis a life, and thou
Hast learnt to rate existence at its worth.
A life, a woman's life! Why, sack a town,
And thousands die like her. My faithful Oran,
Come let me love thee, let me find a friend
When friends can prove themselves. It's not an oath
Vowed in our sunshine ease, that shows a friend;
'Tis the tempestuous mood like this, that calls
For faithful service.

V:3:47 ORAN.
Hah! the Emir's blood
Cries for this judgment. It was sacred seed.

V:3:48 ALAR.
It flowed to clear thine honour. Art thou he
That honour loved so dearly, that he scorned
Betrayal of a foe, although that foe
Had changed him to a bravo?

V:3:49 ORAN.
Let me kiss
Thy garment's hem, and grovel it thy feet--
I pray, I supplicate--my lord,