We have men here in prison who will swear out their lives as we direct them; as I direct, if you prefer the phrase.

So now you are to guess your part of glory if you choose to die.

On the one hand, life, wine, women, and a duke to be your hand-gun; on the other, a rope to your craig, and a gibbet to clatter your bones on, and the lousiest, lowest story to hand down to your namesakes in the future that was ever told about a hired assassin.

And see here!" he cried, with a formidable shrill voice, "see this paper that I pull out of my pocket.

Look at the name there: it is the name of the great David, I believe, the ink scarce dry yet.