Though thou’st betrayed me, do me some way justice.
Jaffier. No more of that: thy wishes shall be satisfied....
[Going away, Pierre holds him.
Pierre. No—this—no more![He whispers Jaffier.
Jaffier.Ha! is’t then so?
Pierre.Most certainly.
Jaffier. I’ll do’t.
Pierre.Remember.
Officer.Sir.
Pierre.Come, now I’m ready.