Zapolya. Stay! Oh, no! Forgive me if I wrong thee!
This is thy sovereign's child: Oh, pity us,
And be not treacherous! [Kneeling.
Chef Ragozzi (raising her). Madam! For mercy's sake! 470
Zapolya. But tyrants have a hundred eyes and arms!
Chef Ragozzi. Take courage, madam! 'Twere too horrible,
(I can not do't) to swear I'm not a monster!—
Scarce had I barr'd the door on Raab Kiuprili—
Zapolya. Kiuprili! How?
Chef Ragozzi. There is not time to tell it,— 475
The tyrant called me to him, praised my zeal—
(And be assured I overtopt his cunning
And seemed right zealous.) But time wastes: In fine,
Bids me dispatch my trustiest friends, as couriers
With letters to the army. The thought at once [480]
Flashed on me. I disguised my prisoner—
Zapolya. What, Raab Kiuprili?
Chef Ragozzi. Yes! my noble general!
I sent him off, with Emerick's own pacquet,
Haste, and post haste—Prepared to follow him——
Zapolya. Ah, how? Is it joy or fear? My limbs seem sinking!— 485