Ph.Hear me, Constance!
Con. Nay, sir; no more. [Exit.
Ph.My passion hath aroused
Passion in her; and that must work for me.
Is it likely such a temper would sit down
And eat cold fare at Manuel’s feast of reason?
She will be mine. Ay, tho’ she said betrothed—
Once ’twas to me. So now to see her father;
He’s but a market where I rule with ease.
The papers! By heav’n, I had left them lying! [Stoops.