No More Learning

Let us return to our own country, Forgael,
And spend it there. Have you not found this queen?
What more have you to look for on the seas?

_Forgael. _ I cannot--I am going on to the end.
As for this woman, I think she is coming with me.

_Aibric. _ Speak to him, lady, and bid him turn the ship.
He knows that he is taking you to death;
He cannot contradict me.

_Dectora. _ Is that true?

_Forgael. _ I do not know for certain.

_Dectora. _ Carry me
To some sure country, some familiar place.
Have we not everything that life can give
In having one another?

_Forgael. _ How could I rest
If I refused the messengers and pilots
With all those sights and all that crying out?

_Dectora. _ I am a woman, I die at every breath.

_Aibric_ [_to the _Sailors__]. To the other ship,
for there's no help in words,
And I will follow you and cut the rope
When I have said farewell to this man here,
For neither I nor any living man
Will look upon his face again.

[__Sailors_ go out, leaving one torch perhaps in a
torch-holder on the bulwark. _

_Forgael_ [_to DECTORA_]. Go with him,
For he will shelter you and bring you home.

_Aibric_ [_taking FORGAEL'S hand_]. I'll do it for his sake.

_Dectora. _ No. Take this sword
And cut the rope, for I go on with Forgael.

_Aibric.