“I swear to your majesty.”
“Henry,” said Charles, “call me your father.”
“Father,” replied the child, “I swear to you that they shall kill me sooner than make me king.”
“Good, my child.
Now kiss me; and you, too, Charlotte. Never forget me.”
“Oh! never, never!” cried both the children, throwing their arms around their father’s neck.
“Farewell,” said Charles, “farewell, my children. Take them away, Juxon; their tears will deprive me of the courage to die.”
Juxon led them away, and this time the doors were left open.