Jul. 'Tis wrapt up in my soul,
From whence thou canst not force it.
Fer. I will be
Ten daies a killing thee.
Jul. Be twenty thousand,
My glory lives the longer.
Ron. 'Tis a miracle,
She tires th' executioners,
And me.
Fer. Unloose her, I am conquer'd, I must take
Some other way; reach her my chair, in honor
Of her invincible fortitude.
Ron. Will you not
Dispatch the rest?
Fer. When I seem merciful,
Assure thy self Ronvere, I am most cruel.
Thou wonder of thy Sex, and of this Nation,
That hast chang'd my severity to mercy,
Not to thy self alone, but to thy people,
In which I do include these men, my enemies:
Unbind them.
Pand. This is strange.
Fer. For your intent
Against my life, which you dare not denie,
I only ask one service.
Cam. Above hope.