We've nought to do with thinking—that's your business.
You are our General, and give out the orders;
We follow you, though the track lead to hell.
BUTLER (appeased).
Good then! we know each other.
MACDONALD.
I should hope so.
DEVEREUX.
Soldiers of fortune are we—who bids most,
He has us.
MACDONALD.
'Tis e'en so!