You my death's-man!
Methinks thou dost not look horrid enough,
Thou hast too good a face to be a hangman:
If thou be, do thy office in right form;
Fall down upon thy knees, and ask forgiveness!
I will be waited on in death; my servant
Shall never go before me.
Yes, I shall welcome death
As princes do some great ambassadors:
I'll meet thy weapon half-way.