life, my breast I freely proffered
To meet th' assassin's knife. There lies my sword.
Fulfil her stern behest.


BRIG.

Upon my word
And honour, my strict orders are, to see
You safely to divan. His Majesty
Is all agog to see the fun.


KAL. (to himself.)

Alive
I ne'er shall reach divan. My death I'll strive
To calmly meet. Perchance my bleeding corse
Will melt her heart to pity and remorse.

(Exit, BRIGHELLA following him; guards receive him outside.
Music strikes up.)