Floating before these vain soul-treacherous eyes,—
My tempter and tormentor.
Enter Gaoler.
GAOLER.
A priest sent from the archbishop. Shall he enter?
Pal. Yea: bid him enter. But I pray thee now,
Thou execrable minion of that devil
Who sucks our people’s blood, come not thyself:
Each time I see thee I must wish to kill thee.
Thou art my soul’s last peril. Keep away.