ROSAURA. Kill the Duke.
CLOTALDO. A gentle dame,
Who no father's name doth know,
Can she so much valour show?
ROSAURA. Yes.
CLOTALDO. What drives thee on?
ROSAURA. My fame.
CLOTALDO. Think that in the Duke thou'lt see . . . .
ROSAURA. Honour all my wrath doth rouse.
CLOTALDO. Soon thy king — Estrella's spouse.
ROSAURA. No, by Heaven! it must not be.
CLOTALDO. It is madness.