PEPIN.
You are crazy
Or worse, and I disown you.
[to Zacharias] On his head
Let fall what curse you will.
ZACHARIAS.
Then he shall see
The sacred pact between us re-confirmed.
[to Monks]
Fetch Chilperic! [Exeunt Monks.]
And meanwhile bring fetters in
To bind this renegade.
[moving up to the royal board that crosses the hall at the further end]
The treaty—sign!
[Pepin and his nobles follow Zacharias: Attendants bring in fetters. Carloman submits mechanically to be bound, staring at Pepin, who affixes his signature to the treaty.]
[Boniface goes round to Carloman.]
BONIFACE.
Son, you do well to take your shame so meekly,
And bear in patience.