You suffer ...
Val. I may strike him then to earth?
Gui. [Falling on his knee.] Great and dear lady, pardon me! Hear once!
Believe me and be merciful—be just!
I could not bring myself to give that paper
Without a keener pang than I dared meet
—And so felt Clugnet here, and Maufroy here
—No one dared meet it. Protestation's cheap,—
But, if to die for you did any good,
[To Gaucelme.] Would not I die, sir? Say your worst of me!