Laska. In this sovereign presence
I can fear nothing, but your dread displeasure.

Emerick. Perchance, thou think'st it strange, that I of all men [5]
Should covet thus the love of fair Sarolta,
[[926]] Dishonouring Casimir?

Laska. Far be it from me!
Your Majesty's love and choice bring honour with them.

Emerick. Perchance, thou hast heard that Casimir is my friend,
Fought for me, yea, for my sake, set at nought 10
A parent's blessing; braved a father's curse?

Laska (aside). Would I but knew now, what his Majesty meant!
Oh yes, Sire! 'tis our common talk, how Lord
Kiuprili, my Lord's father—

Emerick. 'Tis your talk,
Is it, good statesman Laska?

Laska. No, not mine, 15
Not mine, an please your Majesty! There are
Some insolent malcontents indeed that talk thus—
Nay worse, mere treason. As Bathory's son,
The fool that ran into the monster's jaws.

Emerick. Well, 'tis a loyal monster if he rids us 20
Of traitors! But art sure the youth's devoured?

Laska. Not a limb left, an please your Majesty!
And that unhappy girl—

Emerick. Thou followed'st her
Into the wood? [Laska bows assent.
Henceforth then I'll believe
That jealousy can make a hare a lion. 25