Gov. Now, death, I'm for thee; welcome!
Mem. The King of heaven be prais'd for it!
Tyr. Lay hold on him—
On Govianus!
Mem. E'en with the best loves
And truest hearts that ever subjects owed.
Tyr. How's that? I charge you all, lay hands on him.
Mem. Look you, my lord, your will shall be obey'd:
Here comes another, we'll have his hand too.
Enter Helvetius.
Hel. You shall have both mine, if that work go forward,
Beside my voice and knee.