Alph. Call up your courage timely to your aid,
And, like a lion, pressed upon the toils,
Leap on your hunters.  Speak your actions boldly;
There is a time when modest virtue is
Allowed to praise itself.

Ped. Heart! you were hot enough, too hot, but now;
Your fury then boiled upward to a foam;
But since this message came, you sink and settle,
As if cold water had been poured upon you.

Tor. Alas! thou know’st not what it is to love! 
When we behold an angel, not to fear,
Is to be impudent:  No, I am resolved,
Like a led victim, to my death I’ll go,
And, dying, bless the hand, that gave the blow. [Exeunt.

  The SCENE draws, and shews the Queen sitting in state; BERTRAN
  standing next to her; then TERESA, _&c.  She rises, and comes to
  the front._

Leonora. [To BERT.]
I blame not you, my lord; my father’s will,
Your own deserts, and all my people’s voice,
Have placed you in the view of sovereign power. 
But I would learn the cause, why Torrismond,
Within my palace-walls, within my hearing,
Almost within my sight,—­affronts a prince,
Who shortly shall command him.

Bert. He thinks you owe him more than you can pay; And looks as he were lord of human kind.

  Enter TORRISMOND, ALPHONSO, PEDRO.  TORRISMOND bows low, then
  looks earnestly on the Queen, and keeps at Distance.

Teresa. Madam, the general.—­

Leo. Let me view him well. 
My father sent him early to the frontiers;
I have not often seen him; if I did,
He passed unmarked by my unheeding eyes:—­
But where’s the fierceness, the disdainful pride,
The haughty port, the fiery arrogance?—­
By all these marks, this is not, sure, the man.

Bert. Yet this is he, who filled your court with tumult, Whose fierce demeanour, and whose insolence, The patience of a god could not support.

Leo. Name his offence, my lord, and he shall have Immediate punishment.

Bert. ’Tis of so high a nature, should I speak it, That my presumption then would equal his.

Leo. Some one among you speak.

Ped. Now my tongue itches. [Aside.

Leo. All dumb!  On your allegiance, Torrismond, By all your hopes, I do command you, speak.

Tor. [Kneeling.]
O seek not to convince me of a crime,
Which I can ne’er repent, nor can you pardon;
Or, if you needs will know it, think, oh think,
That he who, thus commanded, dares to speak,
Unless commanded, would have died in silence. 
But you adjured me, madam, by my hopes! 
Hopes I have none, for I am all despair;
Friends I have none, for friendship follows favour;
Desert I’ve none, for what I did was duty:—­
Oh that it were!—­that it were duty all!