Of all that God could grant thee, life and love,
Wrung from me by my sorrow, to my shame
Preferrest the Christian hell? O Infidel
Apostatizing dog, lest now thy mouth
Should find the power to gasp one broken speech
Of triumph over me, die at my hand.
Death shall not rob me of thy blood that’s left.
[Stabs Fer. across the table.
Thus let thy brother find thee, if I fail
To send him also thither, where thou goest