And you are Luria, our great chief again!
Or at the worst—which worst were best of all—
To exile or to death I follow you!
Lur. Thanks, Puccio! Let me use the privilege
You grant me: if I still command you,—stay!
Remain here, my vicegerent, it shall be,
And not successor: let me, as of old,
Still serve the State, my spirit prompting yours—
Still triumph, one for both. There! Leave me now!
You cannot disobey my first command?