Leo. There is no faith in heaven, if heaven says so; You dare not give it.

Tor. As unwillingly,
As I would reach out opium to a friend,
Who lay in torture, and desired to die. [Gives the Paper.
But now you have it, spare my sight the pain
Of seeing what a world of tears it costs you. 
Go, silently, enjoy your part of grief,
And share the sad inheritance with me.

Leo. I have a thirsty fever in my soul; Give me but present ease, and let me die. [Exeunt Queen and TERESA.

  Enter LORENZO.

Lor. Arm, arm, my lord! the city bands are up; Drums beating, colours flying, shouts confused; All clustering in a heap, like swarming hives, And rising in a moment.

Tor. With design to punish Bertran, and revenge the king; ’Twas ordered so.

Lor. Then you’re betrayed, my lord.  ’Tis true, they block the castle kept by Bertran, But now they cry, “Down with the palace, fire it, Pull out the usurping queen!”

Tor. The queen, Lorenzo! durst they name the queen?

Lor. If railing and reproaching be to name her.

Tor. O sacrilege! say quickly, who commands This vile blaspheming rout?

Lor. I’m loth to tell you; But both our fathers thrust them headlong on, And bear down all before them.

Tor. Death and hell! 
Somewhat must be resolved, and speedily. 
How say’st thou, my Lorenzo? dar’st thou be
A friend, and once forget thou art a son,
To help me save the queen?

Lor. [Aside.] Let me consider:—­
Bear arms against my father? he begat me;—­
That’s true; but for whose sake did he beget me? 
For his own, sure enough:  for me he knew not. 
Oh! but says conscience,—­Fly in nature’s face?—­
But how, if nature fly in my face first? 
Then nature’s the aggressor; let her look to’t.—­
He gave me life, and he may take it back: 
No, that’s boys’ play, say I. 
’Tis policy for a son and father to take different sides: 
For then, lands and tenements commit no treason.
[To TOR.] Sir, upon mature consideration, I have found my father to
be little better than a rebel, and therefore, I’ll do my best to
secure him, for your sake; in hope, you may secure him hereafter for
my sake.

Tor. Put on thy utmost speed to head the troops,
Which every moment I expect to arrive;
Proclaim me, as I am, the lawful king: 
I need not caution thee for Raymond’s life,
Though I no more must call him father now.

Lor. [Aside.] How! not call him father?  I see preferment alters a man strangely; this may serve me for a use of instruction, to cast off my father when I am great.  Methought too, he called himself the lawful king; intimating sweetly, that he knows what’s what with our sovereign lady:—­Well if I rout my father, as I hope in heaven I shall, I am in a fair way to be the prince of the blood.—­Farewell, general; I will bring up those that shall try what mettle there is in orange tawny.
                                                              [Exit.