Alex. (preventing her).
Mad fool! Is this his due? Is it his due?
That you should play the butcher on yourself?
Mar.
A topsy-turvy freak! My thanks! This office
He’d chosen for himself. (Throws the dagger away.) Tempter, begone!
Alex.
You’ll seek a refuge under Rome’s protection!
Mar.
On none who has a thing at heart to do