yalty.
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.

_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 sa