_Alm._ Farewell, my last Sebastian! I do not beg, I challenge justice now.-- O Powers, if kings be your peculiar care, Why plays this wretch with your prerogative? Now flash him dead, now crumble him to ashes, Or henceforth live confined in your own palace; And look not idly out upon a world, That is no longer yours. [_She is carried off struggling; Emperor and_ BENDUCAR _follow._ SEBASTIAN _struggles in his Guards' arms, and shakes off one of them; but two others come in, and hold him; he speaks not all the while._ _Dor._ I find I'm but a half-strained villain yet; But mongrel-mischievous; for my blood boiled, To view this brutal act; and my stern soul Tugged at my arm, to draw in her defence. [_Aside._ Down, thou rebelling Christian in my heart! Redeem thy fame on this Sebastian first; [_Walks a turn._ Then think on other wrongs, when thine are righted. But how to right them? on a slave disarmed, Defenceless, and submitted to my rage? A base revenge is vengeance on myself:-- [_Walks again._ I have it, and I thank thee, honest head, Thus present to me at my great necessity.-- [_Comes up to_ SEBASTIAN. You know me not? _Seb._ I hear men call thee Dorax. _Dor._ 'Tis well; you know enough for once:--you speak too; You were struck mute before. _Seb._ Silence became me then. _Dor._ Yet we may talk hereafter. _Seb._ Hereafter is not mine: Dispatch thy work, good executioner. _Dor._ None of my blood were hangmen; add that falsehood To a long bill, that yet remains unreckoned. _Seb._ A king and thou can never have a reckoning. _Dor._ A greater sum, perhaps, than you can pay. Meantime, I shall make bold to increase your debt; [_Gives him his Sword._ Take this, and use it at your greatest need. _Seb._ This hand and this have been acquainted well: [_Looks on it._ It should have come before into my grasp, To kill the ravisher. _Dor._ Thou heard'st the tyrant's orders; guard thy life When 'tis attacked, and guard it like a man. _Seb._ I'm still without thy meaning, but I thank thee. _Dor._ Thank me when I ask thanks; thank me with that. _Seb._ Such surly kindness did I never see. _Dor._ [_To the Captain of his Guards._] Musa, draw out a file; pick man by man. Such who dare die, and dear will sell their death. Guard him to the utmost; now conduct him hence, And treat him as my person. _Seb._ Something like That voice, methinks, I should have somewhere heard; But floods of woes have hurried it far off, Beyond my ken of soul. [_Exit_ SEBASTIAN, _with the Soldiers._ _Dor._ But I shall bring him back, ungrateful man! I shall, and set him full before thy sight, When I shall front thee, like some staring ghost, With all my wrongs about me.--What, so soon Returned? this haste is boding. _Enter to him Emperor,_ BENDUCAR, _and_ MUFTI.