Alph. Virtue must be thrown off; 'tis a coarse garment,
450 Too heavy for the sun-shine of a court.
Raym. Well then, I will dissemble, for an end
So great, so pious, as a just revenge:
You'll join with me?
Alph. No honest man but must.
Ped. What title has this queen, but lawless force?
And force must pull her down.
Alph. Truth is, I pity Leonora's case;
Forced, for her safety, to commit a crime,
Which most her soul abhors.
Raym. All she has done, or e'er can do, of good,
This one black deed has damned.
Ped, You'll hardly gain your son to our design.
Raym. Your reason for't?
Ped. I want time to unriddle it:
Put on your t'other face, the queen approaches.
Enter Leonora, Bertran, and Attendants.