[Strews it about.
To buy thy happiness: and of thy love
Pratest, and sayst, Come forth with me! With thee?
Rather all deaths, a thousand deaths of shame,—
The axe, the gallows. O, my faithful men,
My brave men! and for them!—Ah! I will love
My executioner more than thee. Love thee!
There is not any tyrant or crowned fiend
Whom I will hate like thee.
Mar.Then kill me, Giovanni.