Then, Metem, do you plead for your friend.

Bid the Baaltis look forth at one hour before noon and see the sight of yonder wretch's death, remembering that to-morrow this fate shall be her lover's unless she foregoes her purpose of self-murder and gives herself to me.

Nay, no words! an escort shall lead you through the lower city to the gateway of the tomb and there listen to your speech.

See that it does not fail you, merchant, unless you also seek to hang in yonder cage.

Tell the lady Elissa that to-morrow at sunrise I will come in person for her answer.