You, whether doer or deviser, who
Come first to hand, shall pay the penalty
By the same hand you owe it to—
(Seizing Clotaldo’s sword and about to strike him.)
Enter Rosaura suddenly.
Rosaura. Fie, my Lord—forbear,
What! a young hand raised against silver hair!—
(She retreats through the crowd.)
Seg. Stay! stay! What come and vanish’d as before—