It is barely an hundred paces.
Imre
No more than seventy, I think. No more than seventy.
Zedekiah
[Turning fiercely upon them] Ye reckon up the paces I am to take, with my neck yoked like an ox drawing the plough? Are ye all mad to think that I shall so humble myself? Did ye show courage only while your own lives were at stake? Do ye think nothing of my shame, if ye can make your own peace? Cowards all!
Pashur
Thou hast sworn, O King, that each of us should speak freely the words which came to his mouth.
Zedekiah
Thou dost well to remind me. Pardon my anger. Speak freely.