Oh!
[The Headsman with his axe on his shoulder is seen passing the corridor, followed by Monks bearing candles.]
Guido
Farewell, dear love, for I must drink this poison.
I do not fear the headsman, but I would die
Not on the lonely scaffold.
But here,
Here in thine arms, kissing thy mouth: farewell!
[Goes to the table and takes the goblet up.]
What, art thou empty?
[Throws it to the ground.]
O thou churlish gaoler,
Even of poisons niggard!
Duchess [faintly]
Blame him not.