_Don John._ His guilt's too plain; see his wild staring eye. By unconcern he would show innocence; But hardened guilt ne'er wanted the pretence Of great submission, when't had no defence. Thus, whilst of life you show this little care, You seem not guiltless, but betray despair. _King._ His life! What satisfaction can that give? But oh! in doubt I must for ever live, And lose my peace--yet I the truth will find; I'll rack him for't. Go, in this minute bind Him to the wheel-- _Ruy-Gom._ How have I this deserved, Who only your commands obeyed and served? What would you have me do? _King._ I'd have thee tell The truth: do, Gomez; all shall then be well. _Ruy-Gom._ Alas! like you, sir, in a cloud I'm lost. And can but tell you what I think, at most. You set me as a spy upon the prince, And I still brought the best intelligence I could; till, finding him too much aware Of me, I nearer measures took by her: Which if I after a false copy drew, 'Tis I have been unfortunate as you. _King._ And is this all thou hast for life to show? _Ruy-Gom._ Dear sir, your pardon, it is all I know. _King._ Then villain, I am damned as well as thou. Heaven! where is now thy sleeping providence, That took so little care of innocence? O Austria, had I to thy truth inclined, Had I been half so good as thou wert kind! But I'm too tame; secure the traitor. Oh! [Guards _seize_ RUY-GOMEZ. Earth, open! to thy centre let me go! And there for ever hide my impious head! Thou fairest, purest creature Heaven e'er made, Thy injured truth too late I've understood: Yet live, and be immortal as thou'rt good. _Queen._ Can you to think me innocent incline On her bare word, and would not credit mine? The poison's very busy at my heart; Methinks I see Death shake his threatening dart. Why are you kind, and make it hard to die? Persist, continue on the injury; Call me still vile, incestuous, all that's foul-- _King._ Oh, pity, pity my despairing soul! Sink it not quite. Raise my physicians straight; Hasten them quickly ere it be too late; Propose rewards may set their skill at strife: I'll give my crown to him that saves her life. Cursed dog! [_To_ RUY-GOMEZ. _Don John._ Vile prostitute! _King._ Revengeful fiend! But I've forgotten half--to Carlos send; Prevent what his despair may make him do. _Enter_ HENRIETTA. _Hen._ O horror, horror! everlasting woe! The prince, the prince! _King._ Ha! speak.