Burn him!
Pal. Not him, the palace: ’tis to burn the palace.
Him we must take alive.
Brigands.Not kill him, no.
Treat him as he would us.
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Pal.If ye love colour,
His gold is ruddier than his coward blood.
Brigands. Ay, ay, his gold—a ransom. Bleed his bags.
Pal. Above all, none forget good Manuel’s kindness,