And on his honour, I restored his sword,
Because I thought, that mark of sovereign justice,
And awful power, should not for one short moment
Be wanting to a monarch.
Vera. Then when he lost the power, he lost the claim,
And marks of sovereign right;
Nor without my consent, couldst thou dispose
Of him, or of his sword, or of his life—
Once more, disarm him:—What, am I betrayed? [Guards look amazed, but stir not.
Have I no subject left?