LUIS. You've lied!
PHILIP. Villain! traitor
[Strikes him in the face.
POLONIA. Oh, ye skies!
LUIS. For so many injuries
Why not instant vengeance take,
When volcanic fires awake
In my breast, and hell-flames rise?
[They draw their swords.
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SCENE III.
EGERIUS and soldiers. — THE SAME.
KING. What is this?
LUIS. A lasting woe,
A misfortune, an abuse,
A sharp pain, a fiend let loose
From the infernal pit below.
Let no one presume to go
'Twixt me and revenge. Reflect,
Fury breathes immortal breath,
Vengeance has no fear of death,
Nor for any man respect.
I my honour must protect.
KING. Seize him.