Freedom and life may but be won with shame,
Hath naught to do, save fearlessly to fix
His steadfast look on the majestic heavens,
And proudly die!
Elm. Gonzalez, who must die?
Gon. (hurriedly.) They on whose lives a fearful price is set,
But to be paid by treason! Is’t enough?
Or must I yet seek words?
Elm. That look saith more!
Thou canst not mean——