Alph. (rushing forward impatiently.) Say not he doth!—Yet wherefore art thou here?
If it be so, I could weep burning tears
For very shame! If this can be, return!
Tell him, of all his wealth, his battle-spoils,
I will but ask a war-horse and a sword,
And that beside him in the mountain-chase,
And in his halls, and at his stately feasts,
My place shall be no more! But no!—I wrong,
I wrong my father! Moor, believe it not:
He is a champion of the Cross and Spain,