nd, 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.

_Tor._ O Leonora, what can love do more?
I have opposed your ill fate to the utmost;
Combated heaven and earth to keep you mine;
And yet at last that tyrant justice! Oh--

_Leo._ 'Tis pa