Within its arteries you flow, poison,
Incentive of irruption and unrest,
Of treachery and disaffection’s sore,
Till even the stars of truest ray seem tares
Sown hostile o’er the nightly vale of heaven.
[Drawing firmly, he coldly, skilfully approaches for attack.]
DOEG
[Retreating.] No further!
DAVID
Unto the end!