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Is this sufficient to acquit thee? No; I claim thy promise still, as unredeem'd. Unbar thy chamber door and let me in.

Come in, come in then, if it must be so. Is misery a pleasant sight to thee, That thou dost pray and beg to look upon it?

Forgive me, brave Rasinga, if I say, The mis'ry of thine alter'd face, to me Is sight more welcome than a brow composed. But 't is again to change that haggard face To the composure of a peaceful mind, That I am come.—O deign to listen to me! Let me beseech thee not to wreck thy happiness For fell revenge!

Well, well; and were it so, I wreck my happiness to save my honour.

To save thine honour?

Yes; the meanest slave That turns the stubborn soil with dropping brow, Would hold an outraged, unrevenged chief As more contemptible than torpid reptile That cannot sting the foot which treads upon it.