And I have done. Had I those shapely limbs,
That fair, smooth face, those two great, god-like eyes
(May lightning blast them, as it blasted mine!),
Believe me, sir, I’d use no Talismans!
Now kill me—I’m prepared. I only ask
One boon of you—strike surely, and be quick!
Flor. (Pauses for a moment—then sheathes his sword.)
Go, take thy life, I’ll none of it! With one
Whom Heaven hath so defaced, let Heaven deal.
I will not sit in judgment on thy sin!