I sent an arrow right into her heart.
There are few soldiers who could do as much.
Myr. Indeed, I hope that there are very few.
Oh, miserable man!
Leuc.That’s rather hard.
Congratulate me rather on my aim,
Of which I have some reason now to boast;
As for my victim—why, one more or less,
What does it matter? There are plenty left!
And then reflect—indeed, I never thought