No More Learning

_Sal. _ (_striving to conduct her_).
Nay, sister, I _must_ be obeyed.

_Zar. _ I must remain--away! you shall not hold me.
What, shall he die alone? --_I_ live alone?

_Sal. _ He shall _not die alone_; but lonely you
Have lived for years.

_Zar. _ That's false! I knew _he_ lived,
And lived upon his image--let me go! 410

_Sal. _ (_conducting her off the stage_).
Nay, then, I must use some fraternal force,
Which you will pardon.

_Zar. _ Never. Help me! Oh!
Sardanapalus, wilt thou thus behold me
Torn from thee?

_Sal. _ Nay--then all is lost again,
If that this moment is not gained.

_Zar. _ My brain turns--
My eyes fail--where is he? [_She faints_.

_Sar. _ (_advancing_). No--set her down;
She's dead--and you have slain her.

_Sal. _ 'Tis the mere
Faintness of o'erwrought passion: in the air
She will recover.