Her. Ambition knows no hell but failure. Strike!
You put me out of torture, not send me to it.
Dion. Life only dreams her hells till death's be found.
Her. 'Tis easy thus to speak from victory's height
Whence all looks fair,—so fair misfortune seems
Sole lie o' the world. We bite truth with the dust,
My lord.
Voices. His sentence! Death! The traitor! Death!
Dion. Peace, friends.
Voices. Death! Seize him! Kill him!