Wherefore
did ye bear me here?
Byron
_Myr. _ Oh, Jove!
_Bal. _ Then all is over.
_Sal. _ That is false.
Hew down the slave who says so, if a soldier.
_Myr. _ Spare him--he's none: a mere court butterfly, 90
That flutter in the pageant of a monarch.
_Sal. _ Let him live on, then.
_Myr. _ So wilt thou, I trust.
_Sal. _ I fain would live this hour out, and the event,
But doubt it.
Wherefore did ye bear me here?
_Sol. _ By the King's order. When the javelin struck you,
You fell and fainted: 'twas his strict command
To bear you to this hall.
_Sal. _ 'Twas not ill done:
For seeming slain in that cold dizzy trance,
The sight might shake our soldiers--but--'tis vain,
I feel it ebbing!
_Myr. _ Let me see the wound; 100
I am not quite skilless: in my native land
'Tis part of our instruction. War being constant,
We are nerved to look on such things. [an]
_Sol. _ Best extract
The javelin.
_Myr. _ Hold! no, no, it cannot be.
_Sal. _ I am sped, then!
