Another grows bald?"—And he poured in a bottle
The subtlety.—"Bah! be he beggar or prince,
If he kiss but the seal the venom will throttle."—
"Well," I thought, "I will test ere I risk." Slyly drew
My dagger; approached to the bandlet, that tightly
Supported his mask, its keen point.... It was true!—
When it cracked he fell dead; he but breathed of it lightly.
VI
Your letter is sealed and is sent. You are mine!—