Devereux. If it were not our chieftain, who so long
Has issued the commands, and claim'd our duty. 55
Butler. Is that the objection?
Devereux. Were it my own father,
And the Emperor's service should demand it of me,
It might be done perhaps—But we are soldiers,
And to assassinate our chief commander,
That is a sin, a foul abomination, 60
From which no monk or confessor absolves us.
Butler. I am your Pope, and give you absolution.
Determine quickly!
Devereux. 'Twill not do!
Macdonald. 'Twon't do!
Butler. Well, off then! and—send Pestalutz to me.
Devereux. The Pestalutz—
Macdonald. What may you want with him? [65]
Butler. If you reject it, we can find enough—