Off. My means have not kept pace with my desires.
Vor. I know thee well. Wouldst thou not serve me, friend?
Off. Ay, my good lord: but put me to the test,
And you shall see me smile on death himself.
Vor. I take thee at thy word. Hold here my sword,
And but one friendly office render me:
Flinch not, strike deep and home: there lies my heart.
Off. O! if each drop that were to issue from thee,
Was a most costly jewel, and the whole
Were my reward, by heav’n I would not do’t!