MACDONALD.
'Twont do!
BUTLER.
Well, off then! and—send Pestalutz to me.
DEVEREUX (hesitates).
The Pestalutz——
MACDONALD.
What may you want with him?
BUTLER.
If you reject it, we can find enough——
DEVEREUX.
Nay, if he must fall, we may earn the bounty
As well as any other. What think you,
Brother Macdonald?
MACDONALD.
Why, if he must fall,
And will fall, and it can't be otherwise,
One would not give place to this Pestalutz.
DEVEREUX (after some reflection).
When do you purpose he should fall?
BUTLER.
This night.
To-morrow will the Swedes be at our gates.
DEVEREUX.
You take upon you all the consequences?