OMNES.
Prisoner?
KARL (aside.)
Now I triumph!
COUNT.
Under whose orders do you act?
HAROLD.
Those of the king.
OMNES.
The king!
HAROLD.
Sophia Mansfield!
ALBERT.
What of her?
HAROLD.
She must away with us to the castle of Spandau.
SOPHIA.
O Heaven, support me!
COUNT (drawing his sword.)
Touch her at your peril, Harold!