GORDON.
I?—Gracious God!
BUTLER.
Take it on yourself
Come of it what may; on you I lay it.
GORDON.
O God in heaven!
BUTLER.
Can you advise aught else
Wherewith to execute the Emperor's purpose?
Say if you can. For I desire his fall,
Not his destruction.
GORDON.
Merciful heaven! what must be
I see as clear as you. Yet still the heart
Within my bosom beats with other feelings!