) There is no more, except, I say, for form, I
would, if I were you ('twill be expected), I would just publicly affect
to renounce our faith, and bow before their Prophet.'
'Hah! Art thou there? Is this thy freedom? Get thee behind me, tempter!
Never, never, never! Not a jot, not a jot: I'll not yield a jot. Were
my doom one everlasting torture, I'd spurn thy terms! Is this thy high
contempt of our poor kind, to outrage my God! to prove myself the vilest
of the vile, and baser than the basest? Rare philosophy! O Honain! would
we had never met!'
'Or never parted. True. Had my word been taken, Alroy would ne'er have
been betrayed.'
'No more; I pray thee, sir, no more. Leave me.'
'Were this a palace, I would. Harsh words are softened by a friendly
ear, when spoken in affliction.'
'Say what they will, I am the Lord's anointed. As such I should have
lived, as such at least I'll die.'
'And Miriam?'
'The Lord will not desert her: she ne'er deserted Him.'
'Schirene?'
'Schirene! why! for her sake alone I will die a hero. Shall it be said
she loved a craven slave, a base impostor, a vile renegade, a villainous
dealer in drugs and charms? Oh! no, no, no! if only for her sake, her
sweet, sweet sake, my end shall be like my great life.
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