To conquer Spain, and rule a ravaged land?
To compass me around, to murder me?

JUL. No, Don Roderigo: swear thou, in the fight
That thou wilt meet me, hand to hand, alone,
That, if I ever save thee from a foe -

ROD. I swear what honour asks--first, to Covilla
Do thou present my crown and dignity.

JUL. Darest thou offer any price for shame?

ROD. Love and repentance.

JUL. Egilona lives:
And were she buried with her ancestors,
Covilla should not be the gaze of men,
Should not, despoiled of honour, rule the free.

ROD. Stern man! her virtues well deserve the throne.

JUL. And Egilona--what hath she deserved,
The good, the lovely?

ROD. But the realm in vain
Hoped a succession.

JUL. Thou hast torn away
The roots of royalty.