To lay it down?

Her.‍I but obeyed my orders,

At the same peril if refused, as now

Incurred by my obedience.

Sar.‍So there are

New monarchs of an hour's growth as despotic

As sovereigns swathed in purple, and enthroned

From birth to manhood!

Her.‍My life waits your breath.

Yours (I speak humbly)—but it may be—yours