Mar.Alas,
That such fine courage should be so misled!
Pal. Misled? how, if I lead it?
Mar.I had forgot.
Pardon me, sir. It was my brother’s word.
Pal. Ay, ’tis his word. And yet I honour Manuel.
Were’t not for him there scarce would be a man
Of all our people who would reverence
Justice and order, and those other names
Of social welfare. ’Tis to him alone