But doting constancy, and boundless love;
This is my all: had I the world to give,
Thine were its throne—now bid me die or live!”
“Or die or live”—the gentle Lady cried— 120
“As suits thee best; that point thyself decide!
But, if to death thou hast thyself decreed,
Then like a man perform the manly deed;
The well-charged pistol to the ear apply,
Make loud report, and like a hero die!
Let rogues and rats on ropes and poison seize—