The sorrow that is in her wasted face,
The burden in her eyes, have broke my wits,
And yet I know I'd have you take my soul.
FIRST MERCHANT
We cannot take your soul, for it is hers.
ALEEL
No, but you must. Seeing it cannot help her
I have grown tired of it.
FIRST MERCHANT
Begone from me,
I may not touch it.
ALEEL
Is your power so small?
And must I bear it with me all my days?
May you be scorned and mocked!