CARLOS.
What!

ALVA.
But your birth protects you.

CARLOS (seizing his sword).
That calls for blood! Duke, draw your sword!

ALVA (slightingly).
On whom?

CARLOS. (pressing upon him).
Draw, or I run you through.

ALVA.
Then be it so.

[They fight.



SCENE VI.

The QUEEN, DON CARLOS, DUKE ALVA.

QUEEN (coming from her room alarmed).
How! naked swords?

[To the PRINCE in an indignant and commanding tone.