Because I harked not to him at the first,

He will not thwart my resolution now,

When policy and revenge are bound together.

’Tis changed. The Christian now hath done a wrong,

For which his death is due: I have my plan:

I’ll starve him till he yield. I’ll force him to it

By chains and torture till his stubborn pride

Pay down his ransom humbly.

Re-enter Sala.

Sa.Peace be with you.