And here I choose it.
Ara. Thy choice then must be mine.
My hope was you would fly and hasten Dion
To my deliverance. For I am sold.
The cords of bondage cut in very flesh.
But ask not now of this. This letter here
Will tell my lord what I have spared you. Go,
Or I've no hope, and then—by this bright blade—
[showing a dagger]
I die.