Enter DORAX, attended by three Soldiers.

Emp. Thou mov’st a tortoise-pace to my relief. 
Take hence that once a king; that sullen pride,
That swells to dumbness:  lay him in the dungeon,
And sink him deep with irons, that, when he would,
He shall not groan to hearing; when I send,
The next commands are death.

Alm. Then prayers are vain as curses.

Emp. Much at one
In a slave’s mouth, against a monarch’s power. 
This day thou hast to think;
At night, if thou wilt curse, thou shalt curse kindly;
Then I’ll provoke thy lips, lay siege so close,
That all thy sallying breath shall turn to blessings.—­
Make haste, seize, force her, bear her hence.

Alm. Farewell, my last Sebastian! 
I do not beg, I challenge justice now.—­
O Powers, if kings be your peculiar care,
Why plays this wretch with your prerogative? 
Now flash him dead, now crumble him to ashes,
Or henceforth live confined in your own palace;
And look not idly out upon a world,
That is no longer yours. [She is carried off struggling; Emperor and
                          BENDUCAR follow. SEBASTIAN struggles in
                          his Guards’ arms, and shakes off one of
                          them; but two others come in, and hold him;
                          he speaks not all the while.

Dor. I find I’m but a half-strained villain yet;
But mongrel-mischievous; for my blood boiled,
To view this brutal act; and my stern soul
Tugged at my arm, to draw in her defence. [Aside.
Down, thou rebelling Christian in my heart! 
Redeem thy fame on this Sebastian first; [Walks a turn.
Then think on other wrongs, when thine are righted. 
But how to right them? on a slave disarmed,
Defenceless, and submitted to my rage? 
A base revenge is vengeance on myself:—­ [Walks again.
I have it, and I thank thee, honest head,
Thus present to me at my great necessity.—­ [Comes up to SEBASTIAN. 
You know me not?

Seb. I hear men call thee Dorax.

Dor. ’Tis well; you know enough for once:—­you speak too; You were struck mute before.

Seb. Silence became me then.

Dor. Yet we may talk hereafter.

Seb. Hereafter is not mine:  Dispatch thy work, good executioner.

Dor. None of my blood were hangmen; add that falsehood To a long bill, that yet remains unreckoned.

Seb. A king and thou can never have a reckoning.

Dor. A greater sum, perhaps, than you can pay. 
Meantime, I shall make bold to increase your debt;
                                               [Gives him his Sword.
Take this, and use it at your greatest need.