Raym. That word stabs me. 
You shall be still plain Torrismond with me;
The abettor, partner, (if you like that name,)
The husband of a tyrant; but no king,
Till you deserve that title by your justice.

Tor. Then farewell, pity; I will be obeyed.—­
[To the People.] Hear, you mistaken men, whose loyalty
Runs headlong into treason:  See your prince! 
In me behold your murdered Sancho’s son;
Dismiss your arms, and I forgive your crimes.

Raym. Believe him not; he raves; his words are loose
As heaps of sand, and scattering wide from sense. 
You see he knows not me, his natural father;
But, aiming to possess the usurping queen,
So high he’s mounted in his airy hopes,
That now the wind is got into his head,
And turns his brains to frenzy.

Tor. Hear me yet; I am—­

Raym. Fall on, fall on, and hear him not; But spare his person, for his father’s sake.

Ped. Let me come; if he be mad, I have that shall cure him.  There’s no surgeon in all Arragon has so much dexterity as I have at breathing of the temple-vein.

Tor. My right for me!

Raym. Our liberty for us!

Omn. Liberty, liberty!

  As they are ready to Fight, enter LORENZO and his Party.

Lor. On forfeit of your lives, lay down your arms.

Alph. How, rebel, art thou there?

Lor. Take your rebel back again, father mine:  The beaten party are rebels to the conquerors.  I have been at hard-head with your butting citizens; I have routed your herd; I have dispersed them; and now they are retreated quietly, from their extraordinary vocation of fighting in the streets, to their ordinary vocation of cozening in their shops.

Tor. [To RAYM.] You see ’tis vain contending with the truth; Acknowledge what I am.

Raym. You are my king;—­would you would be your own! 
But, by a fatal fondness, you betray
Your fame and glory to the usurper’s bed. 
Enjoy the fruits of blood and parricide,
Take your own crown from Leonora’s gift,
And hug your father’s murderer in your arms!

  Enter Queen, TERESA, and Women.

Alph. No more; behold the queen.

Raym. Behold the basilisk of Torrismond,
That kills him with her eyes—­I will speak on;
My life is of no farther use to me: 
I would have chaffered it before for vengeance;
Now let it go for failing.

Tor. My heart sinks in me while I hear him speak,
And every slackened fibre drops its hold,
Like nature letting down the springs of life;
So much the name of father awes me still—­ [Aside.
Send off the crowd; for you, now I have conquered,
I can hear with honour your demands.

Lor. [To ALPH.] Now, sir, who proves the traitor?  My conscience is true to me; it always whispers right, when I have my regiment to back it. [Exeunt LOR.  ALPH.  PED. &c.