Murder, and poisoning, treason, perjury:
The single holy spot is our love,
The only unprofaned in human nature.

OCTAVIO.
Max.!--we will go together. 'Twill be better.

MAX.
What? ere I've taken a last parting leave,
The very last--no, never!

OCTAVIO.
Spare thyself
The pang of necessary separation.
Come with me! Come, my son!

[Attempts to take him with him.

MAX.
No! as sure as God lives, no!

OCTAVIO (more urgently).
Come with me, I command thee! I, thy father.

MAX.
Command me what is human. I stay here.

OCTAVIO.
Max.! in the emperor's name I bid thee come.