Leo. O, there’s none;
Except an host from heaven can make such haste
To save my crown, as he will do to seize it. 
You saw, he came surrounded with his friends,
And knew, besides, our army was removed
To quarters too remote for sudden use.

Raym. Yet you may give commission To some bold man, whose loyalty you trust, And let him raise the train-bands of the city.

Leo. Gross feeders, lion talkers, lamb-like fighters.

Raym. You do not know the virtues of your city,
What pushing force they have; some popular chief,
More noisy than the rest, but cries halloo,
And, in a trice, the bellowing herd come out;
The gates are barred, the ways are barricadoed,
And One and all’s the word; true cocks o’the game,
That never ask, for what, or whom, they fight;
But turn them out, and shew them but a foe,
Cry—­Liberty! and that’s a cause of quarrel.

Leo. There may be danger in that boisterous rout: 
Who knows, when fires are kindled for my foes,
But some new blast of wind may turn those flames
Against my palace-walls?

Raym. But still their chief Must be some one, whose loyalty you trust.

Leo. And who more proper for that trust than you,
Whose interests, though unknown to you, are mine? 
Alphonso, Pedro, haste to raise the rabble;
He shall appear to head them.

Raym. [Aside to ALPH. and PED.]
First sieze Bertran,
And then insinuate to them, that I bring
Their lawful prince to place upon the throne.

Alph. Our lawful prince!

Raym. Fear not; I can produce him.

Ped. [To ALPH.]
Now we want your son Lorenzo:  what a mighty faction
Would he make for us of the city-wives,
With,—­Oh, dear husband, my sweet honey husband,
Wont you be for the colonel? if you love me,
Be for the colonel; Oh, he’s the finest man!
                                            [Exeunt ALPH. and PED.

Raym. So, now we have a plot behind the plot. 
She thinks, she’s in the depth of my design,
And that ’tis all for her; but time shall show,
She only lives to help me ruin others,
And last, to fall herself. [Aside.

Leo. Now, to you, Raymond:  can you guess no reason
Why I repose such confidence in you? 
You needs must think,
There’s some more powerful cause than loyalty: 
Will you not speak, to save a lady’s blush? 
Need I inform you, ’tis for Torrismond,
That all this grace is shown?

Raym. By all the powers, worse, worse than what I feared! [Aside.

Leo. And yet, what need I blush at such a choice? 
I love a man whom I am proud to love,
And am well pleased my inclination gives
What gratitude would force.  O pardon me;
I ne’er was covetous of wealth before;
Yet think so vast a treasure as your son,
Too great for any private man’s possession;
And him too rich a jewel, to be set
In vulgar metal, or for vulgar use.