_Adm._ No more: What say'st thou? Never could I think--
_Herc._ Will thou still lead a lonely widow'd life?
_Adm._ Never shall other women share my bed.
_Herc._ And think'st thou this will aught avail the dead?
_Adm._ This honor is her due, where'er she be.
_Herc._ This hath my praise, though near allied to frenzy.
_Adm._ Praise me or not, I ne'er will wed again.
_Herc._ I praise thee that thou'rt faithful to thy wife.
_Adm._ Though dead, if I betray her, may I die!
_Herc._ Well, take this noble lady to thy house. {1170}
_Adm._ No, by thy father Jove, let me entreat thee.
_Herc._ Not to do this would be the greatest wrong.
_Adm._ To do it would with anguish rend my heart.
_Herc._ Let me prevail; this grace may find its meed.
_Adm._ O that thou never had'st receiv'd this prize!
_Herc._ Yet in my victory thou art victor with me.
_Adm._ 'Tis nobly said: yet let this woman go.
_Herc._ If she must go, she shall! but must she go?
_Adm._ She must, if I incur not thy displeasure.
_Herc.
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