My father, could I guard the crown you gained,
Transmit as I received it,—all good else
Would I surrender!
Pol. Ah, it opens then
Before you, all you dreaded formerly?
You are rejoiced to be a king, my Charles?
Cha. So much to dare? The better,—much to dread;
The better. I'll adventure though alone.
Triumph or die, there 's Victor still to witness
Who dies or triumphs—either way, alone!