(Falling at Melech’s feet.) Father, spare
The Christian—spare him!
Mel. For thy sake spare him
That slew thy father’s son!—Shame to thy race!
(To the soldiers in the background.)
Soldiers! come nearer with your levell’d spears!
Yet nearer!—gird him in! My boy’s young blood
Is on his sword. Christian, abjure thy faith,
Or die: thine hour is come!
Rai. (turning and throwing himself on the weapons of the soldiers.) Thou hast mine answer, Infidel!