The King--
My father!--Either I am mad already,
Or that way driving fast--or I should know
That fathers do not use their children so,
Or men were loosed from all allegiance
To fathers, kings, and heaven that order'd all.
But, mad or not, my hour is come, and I
Will have my reckoning--Either you lie,
Under the skirt of sinless majesty
Shrouding your treason; or if _that_ indeed,
Guilty itself, take refuge in the stars
That cannot hear the charge, or disavow--
You, whether doer or deviser, who
Come first to hand, shall pay the penalty
By the same hand you owe it to--
(Seizing Clotaldo's sword and about to strike him.)

(Enter Rosaura suddenly.)

ROSAURA.
Fie, my Lord--forbear,
What! a young hand raised against silver hair!--

(She retreats through the crowd.)

SEG.
Stay! stay! What come and vanish'd as before--
I scarce remember how--but--

(Voices within. Room for Astolfo, Duke of Muscovy!)