Ardor Or Palaver

ARDOR OR PALAVER ? "We are dying, Egypt, dying." I'm still alive and trying to prove to you, my dove, that I feel for you a love you can put to any test, which means, at your behest: I'd jump from the fiftieth storey, though the end of that were gory. How proudly I would stagger if you stabbed me with a dagger. You can go and tell 'em for you I'd gulp down venom. My will can never bend, I will love you to the end. But one thing I'll never do, not even, dear, for you. "And what," you ask, "is that?" I won't pay a penny for that hat.