Tor. [At the Door.]
Haste there; command the guards be all drawn up
Before the palace-gate.—­By heaven, I’ll face
This tempest, and deserve the name of king! 
O Leonora, beauteous in thy crimes,
Never were hell and heaven so matched before! 
Look upward, fair, but as thou look’st on me;
  Then all the blest will beg, that thou may’st live,
  And even my father’s ghost his death forgive. [Exit.

SCENE II.—­The Palace-Yard.  Drums and Trumpets within.

  Enter RAYMOND, ALPHONSO, PEDRO, and their Party.

Raym. Now, valiant citizens, the time is come,
To show your courage, and your loyalty. 
You have a prince of Sancho’s royal blood,
The darling of the heavens, and joy of earth;
When he’s produced, as soon he shall, among you,
Speak, what will you adventure to reseat him
Upon his father’s throne?

Omn. Our lives and fortunes.

Raym. What then remains to perfect our success; But o’er the tyrant’s guards to force our way?

Omn. Lead on, lead on. [Drums and Trumpets on the other side.

  Enter TORRISMOND and his Party:  As they are going to fight, he
  speaks.

Tor. [To his.] Hold, hold your arms.

Raym. [To his.] Retire.

Alph. What means this pause?

Ped. Peace; nature works within them. [ALPH. and PED. go apart.

Tor. How comes it, good old man, that we two meet
On these harsh terms? thou very reverend rebel;
Thou venerable traitor, in whose face
And hoary hairs treason is sanctified,
And sin’s black dye seems blanched by age to virtue.

Raym. What treason is it to redeem my king, And to reform the state?

Tor. That’s a stale cheat; The primitive rebel, Lucifer, first used it, And was the first reformer of the skies.

Raym. What, if I see my prince mistake a poison, Call it a cordial,—­am I then a traitor, Because I hold his hand, or break the glass?

Tor. How darest thou serve thy king against his will?

Raym. Because ’tis then the only time to serve him.

Tor. I take the blame of all upon myself; Discharge thy weight on me.

Raym. O never, never!  Why, ’tis to leave a ship, tossed in a tempest, Without the pilot’s care.

Tor. I’ll punish thee; By heaven, I will, as I would punish rebels, Thou stubborn loyal man!

Raym. First let me see Her punished, who misleads you from your fame; Then burn me, hack me, hew me into pieces, And I shall die well pleased.

Tor. Proclaim my title, To save the effusion of my subjects’ blood; and thou shalt still Be as my foster-father near my breast, And next my Leonora.