To call this freedom. Nay, since thy right hand
Was raised ’gainst wrong in vain, and thou thyself
Art charged with wrong, and must admit the wrong,
Were’t not now best to end, and shroud thy fortune
In veils of death? Thou that hast led the people,
Hast thou a knee for favours? Will thy tongue
Confess I wronged thee, Manuel, I come forth
To be thy prisoner: and I wronged thee, Margaret:
I will come forth to be thy pensioner?
Shame: rather would I die.