I have been too merciful. I tell thee, Philip,
That was the cause of all, of Constance’s madness,
Of Manuel’s death. By heaven, the sword shall fall.
I will have blood for blood, and wail for wail.
None of these villains whom I hold in prison
Shall see the sunset. Send me Blasco hither.
Call out the troops.
Ph.Pray you remember, sire,
Pardon to all is urged in the despatch.
Hu. Send pardon to the devil. Oppose me not!