Yes, my spirit was deceived. I owe all to my father before my mistress. Whether I die in the combat or die of sadness, I shall yield up my blood pure as I have received it. I already accuse myself of too much negligence; let us haste to vengeance; and quite ashamed of having wavered so much, let us no more be in painful suspense, since to-day my father has been insulted, even though the offender is the father of Chimene. ACT THE SECOND. Scene I.--COUNT DE GORMAS and DON ARIAS. _Count._ I acknowledge, between ourselves, [that] my blood, a little too warm, became too excited at an expression, and has carried the matter too far [_lit._ too high], but, since it is done, the deed is without remedy. _Don Arias._ To the wishes of the King let this proud spirit yield; he takes this much to heart, and his exasperated feelings [_lit._ heart] will act against you with full authority. And, indeed, you have no available defence. The [high] rank of the person offended, the greatness of the offence, demand duties and submissions which require more than ordinary reparation. _Count._ The King can, at his pleasure, dispose of my life. _Don Arias._ Your fault is followed by too much excitement. The King still loves you; appease his wrath. He has said, "I desire it!"--will you disobey? _Count._ Sir, to preserve all that esteem which I retain [_or,_ (other reading), to preserve my glory and my esteem] to disobey in a slight degree is not so great a crime, and, however great that [offence] may be, my immediate services are more than sufficient to cancel it. _Don Arias._ Although one perform glorious and important deeds, a King is never beholden to his subject. You flatter yourself much, and you ought to know that he who serves his King well only does his duty. You will ruin yourself, sir, by this confidence. _Count._ I shall not believe you until I have experience of it [_lit._ until after experience of it]. _Don Arias._ You ought to dread the power of a King. _Count._ One day alone does not destroy a man such as I. Let all his greatness arm itself for my punishment; all the state shall perish, if I must perish. _Don Arias._ What! do you fear so little sovereign power----? _Count._ [The sovereign power] of a sceptre which, without me, would fall from his hand. He himself has too much interest in my person, and my head in falling would cause his crown to fall. _Don Arias._ Permit reason to bring back your senses. Take good advice. _Count_. The advice [_or,_ counsel] with regard to it is [already] taken. _Don Arias._ What shall I say, after all? I am obliged to give him an account [of this interview]. _Count._ [Say] that I can never consent to my own dishonor. _Don Arias._ But think that kings will be absolute. _Count._ The die is cast, sir. Let us speak of the matter no more. _Don Arias._ Adieu, then, sir, since in vain I try to persuade you. Notwithstanding [_lit._ with] all your laurels, still dread the thunderbolt.