Fonseca, my main enemy at their court,
They send me out his tool, Bovadilla, one
As ignorant and impolitic as a beast—
Blockish irreverence, brainless greed—who sack’d
My dwelling, seized upon my papers, loos’d
My captives, fee’d the rebels of the crown,
Sold the crown-farms for all but nothing, gave
All but free leave for all to work the mines,
Drove me and my good brothers home in chains;
And gathering ruthless gold—a single piece