te this same Alarcos,
I think it is the colour of his eyes,
But I do hate him; and the royal ear
Lists coldly to me since this same return.
The King leans wholly on him. Sirrah Moor,
All is prepared?

III:3:2 ORAN.
And prompt.

III:3:3 LEON.
'Tis well; no boggling;
Let it be cleanly done.

III:3:4 ORAN.
A stab or two,
And the Arlanzon's wave shall know the rest.

III:3:5 LEON.
I'll have to kibe his heels at Court, if you fail.

III:3:6 ORAN.
There is no fear. We have the choicest spirits
In Burgos.

III:3:7 LEON.
Goodly gentlemen! you wait
Their presence?

III:3:8 ORAN.
Here anon.

III:3:9 LEON.
Good night, dusk infidel,
They'll take me for an Alguazil. At home
Your news will reach me.

III:3:10 ORAN.
And were all your throats cut,
I would not weep. O, Allah, let them spend
Their blood upon themselves! My life he shielded,
And now exacts one at my hands; we're quits
When this is closed. That thought will grace a deed
Otherwise graceless. I would break the chain
That binds me to this man. His callous eye
Repels devotion, while his reckless vein
Demands prompt sacrifice. Now is't wise this?
Methinks 'twere wise to touch the humblest heart
Of those that serve us? In maturest plans
There lacks that finish, which alone can flow
From zealous instruments. But here are some
That have no hearts to touch.

[Enter Four BRAVOs.]

How now, good senors.
I cannot call them comrades; you're exact,
As doubtless ye are brave. You know your duty?

III:3:11 1ST BRAVO.
And will perform it, or my name is changed,
And I'm not Guzman Jaca.

III:3:12 ORAN.
You well know
The arm you cross is potent?