Shall be my latest joy upon this earth.
Joseph.
You err. But that’s all one: I have your word.
Mar.
You say that once again? You—impious!
Oh what an uprush of night-spawnéd thoughts
And what mistrust you wake within my breast!
You speak such words as though I had been chosen
For altar-beast and you for altar-priest—
By Herod’s very self. Is’t so? At parting