Fall I beneath your royal vigilance?
King. You soon shall hear: but, Blanca, first take breath,
And still your heart to its accustom’d tune,
For I must have you all yourself to answer
What I must ask of you. Listen to me.
Your son, in the full eye of God and man,
Has struck his father—who as publicly
Has cried to me for vengeance—such a feud
Coming at length to such unnatural close,
Men ’gin to turn suspicious eyes on you,—