Is mostly all the wealth he dies possest of.
You say few prayers, I fancy;—
So to it again.
[They fight again. LOVEL is disarmed.
Lovel. You had best now take my life. I guess you mean it.
John (musing). No:—Men will say I fear'd him, if I kill'd him.
Live still, and be a traitor in thy wish,
But never act thy thought, being a coward.
That vengeance, which thy soul shall nightly thirst for,
And this disgrace I've done you cry aloud for,