his knees._]

RUAHMAH: [_Passionately and wildly._]
My lord, I do beseech you, stay! There's death
Within that cup. It is an offering
To devils. See, the wine blazes like fire,
It flows like blood, it is a cursed cup,
Fulfilled of treachery and hate.
Dear master, noble master, touch it not!

NAAMAN:
Poor maid, thy brain is still distraught. Fear not
But let me go! Here, treat her tenderly!

[_Gives her into the hands of SABALLIDIN._]

Can harm befall me from the wife who bears
My name? I take the cup of fate from her.
I greet the unknown powers; [_Pours libation._]
I will perform my vow; [_Again._]
I will abide my fate; [_Again._]
I pledge my life to keep Damascus free.

[_He drains the cup, and lets it fall._]

_CURTAIN._