H: Sir, You speak a language that I understand not. My life stands in the level of your dreams, Which I’ll lay down. L: Your actions are my dreams. H: no life, I prize it not a straw, but for mine honor, Which I would free (...) To mingle faith with him!—Undone, undone! If I might die within this hour, I have lived To die when I desire. …let him fly. The curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.