And say farewell to Heaven? Not one to gaze
Into the darkness ere I plunge to hell?
Diony. And let the hour 'tween my intent and deed
Lay meddling finger on my purpose? Nay,
You know me better, madam. On my lords!
Delay's the whetstone sharpens best the blades
Of enemies.
Ara. Go, sir! I am myself.
I will not move. If you will tear me hence,