KING. So honor and repute in this our world Are not an even path on which the pace, Simple and forward, shows the tendency, The goal, our worth. They're like a juggler's rope, On which a misstep plunges from the heights, And every stumbling makes a butt for jest. Must I, but yesterday all virtues' model, Today shun every slave's inquiring glance? Begone then, eager wish to please the mob, Henceforth determine we ourselves our path! (_Turning to the others._) What, you still here? GARCERAN. We wait your high command. KING. If you had only always waited it, And had remained upon the boundary! Examples are contagious, Garceran. GARCERAN. A righteous prince will punish every fault, His own as well as others'; but, immune, He's prone to vent his wrath on others' heads. KING. Not such a one am I, my friend. Be calm! We are as ever much inclined to thee; And now, take these away, forever, too. What's whim in others, is, in princes, sin. (_As he sees _RACHEL _approaching._) Let be! But first this picture lay aside, And put it in the place from whence you took 't. It is my will! Delay not! RACHEL (_to_ ESTHER). Come thou, too. (_As both approach the side door_). Hast thou, as is thy wont, my picture on? ESTHER. What wilt RACHEL. My will--and should the worst betide-- [_They go to the side door._] KING. Then to the border, straight I'll follow thee; And there we'll wash in Moorish blood away The equal shame that we have shared this day, That we may bear once more the gaze of men. [_The girls return._] RACHEL. I did it. KING. Now away, without farewell! ESTHER. Our thanks to thee, O Sire! RACHEL. Not mine, I say. KING. So be it; thankless go! RACHEL. I'll save it up. KING. That is, for never! RACHEL. I know better. (_To_ ESTHER.) Come. [_They go, accompanied by_ GARCERAN, ISAAC _bowing deeply._] KING. And high time was it that she went; in sooth, The boredom of a royal court at times Makes recreation a necessity. Although this girl has beauty and has charm Yet seems she overbold and violent, And one does well to watch what one begins. Alonzo! [_Enter a servant._] SERVANT. Mighty Sire? KING. The horses fetch. SERVANT. Toledo, Sire?