Bland.
Threat'nings, now;
No more solicitations. Harsh, indeed,
The import of the message: harsh, indeed.
André.
I am sorry for it. Would that I were dead,
And all was well with those I leave behind.
Bland.
Such a threat! Is it not enough, just heaven,
That I must lose this man? Yet there was left
One for my soul to rest on. But, to know
That the same blow deprives them both of life—
André.
What mean'st thou, Bland? Surely my General
Threats not retaliation. In vengeance,
Dooms not some better man to die for me?
Bland.
The best of men.