And none, with your permission, sir, shall dare [To Ver.
To interpose betwixt my love and me.
Alph. Sure a less price, than our infanta's bed,
Might pay thee for thy mercenary troops.
Vera. Peace, insolent; too long I have endured
Thy haughty soul, untamed and turbulent:
But, if I live, this shall not pass unpunished;
Darkness and chains are medicines for a madman.
Xim. My lord, I humbly beg you, spare your son;
And add not fury to a raging fire.