Removed; the aid of——

Bourb.‍No, my gallant boy!

Death is upon me. But what is one life?

The Bourbon's spirit shall command them still.

Keep them yet ignorant that I am but clay,

Till they are conquerors—then do as you may.

Cæs. Would not your Highness choose to kiss the cross?

We have no priest here, but the hilt of sword

May serve instead:—it did the same for Bayard[242].

Bourb. Thou bitter slave! to name him at this time!140