'Thou, Collatine, shalt oversee this will; (1206)
How was I overseen that thou shalt see it (1207)
My blood shall wash the slander of mine ill; (1208)
My life's foul deed, my life's fair end shall free it. (1209)
Faint not, faint heart, but stoutly say "So be it:"
Yield to my hand; my hand shall conquer thee: (1211)
Thou dead, both die, and both shall victors be.'