Mur. “Why, plainly then, I do not fear thy presence;
“And to be brief with thee, thine hour is come!
King. “Traitor and villain, what wouldst thou?
Mur. “Nay then, an thou dost speak so rudely,
“Take thy reward.
[Stabs him.
King. “Oh! I die, sweet heaven receive my soul!
“Forgive, oh! pardon this his crime!
“I come! Bliss! bliss! is my reward for ever.
[Dies.