GORDON.
It were to be fear 'd.
BUTLER (after a pause).
Know, I am warranty for the event;
With my head have I pledged myself for his,
Must make my word good, cost it what it will,
And if alive we cannot hold him prisoner,
Why—death makes all things certain!
GORDON.
Butler! What?
Do I understand you? Gracious God! You could—
BUTLER.
He must not live.
GORDON.
And you can do the deed!