“I say I will be thy guest.”
“Thy hand upon it.”
“Behold it!”
Then he trembled again, for as he touched the hand the chill of death crept through him.
“Repent, amend thy life, or die!”
This was a threat, so it renewed all his fatal courage.
“I will not repent; I will not amend my life! Let me die, then!”
“Repent, I say, amend thy life, or thou shalt surely die!”
“No, no, no!”
“Thy time has past—’tis too late to hope—die!”