Kan.
And the first glance told me another thing,
That should there come on me a greater peril
You’d do the deed again and make it braver.
And if it has not come you bear no guilt.
Gyges.
Sire, speak no more. ’Tis even as you say,
Against a single hair from off your head
I would have staked my blood—yet now—yet now—
So wills the curse, I must demand your life.