Seb. Was that a brave man’s voice?
Warrior and friend! how long, then, hast thou learn’d
To hold thy blood thus dear?
Gon. Of mine, mine own
Think’st thou I spoke? When all is shed for thee
Thou’lt know me better.
Seb. (entering the palace.) For a while farewell.
[Exit.
Gon. Thus princes lead men’s hearts. Come, follow me;
And if a home is left me still, brave Zamor!