But it would double the anguish I now endure, if you and Fawkes were to fall into their hands.

Go, then, and leave me here to perish.

My dying moments will be cheered by the conviction that the great enterprise--for which alone I desire to live--will not be unaccomplished." "There is no need to leave you, father," replied Catesby, "nor shall any consideration induce me to do so, till I have rendered you every aid that circumstances will permit." "My son," replied Garnet, faintly, "the most efficacious balm you can apply will be the certainty that you are in safety.

You say Viviana is here.

Fly with Fawkes, and leave me to her care." "She must go with us," observed Catesby, uneasily.
"Not so, my son," returned Garnet; "her presence will only endanger you.
She must _not_ go.