Emerick. Insolent slave! Depart
Know'st thou not me?

Bethlen. I know thou art a villain [300]
And coward! That thy devilish purpose marks thee!
What else, this lady must instruct my sword!

Sarolta. Monster, retire! O touch him not, thou blest one!
This is the hour that fiends and damnéd spirits
Do walk the earth, and take what form they list! 305
Yon devil hath assumed a king's!

Bethlen. Usurped it!

Emerick. The king will play the devil with thee indeed!
But that I mean to hear thee howl on the rack,
I would debase this sword, and lay thee prostrate
At this thy paramour's feet; then drag her forth [310]
Stained with adulterous blood, and—
—mark you, traitress!
Strumpeted first, then turned adrift to beggary!
Thou prayed'st for't too.

Sarolta. Thou art so fiendish wicked,
That in thy blasphemies I scarce hear thy threats!

Bethlen. Lady, be calm! fear not this king of the buskin! 315
A king? Oh laughter! A king Bajazet!
That from some vagrant actor's tiring-room,
Hath stolen at once his speech and crown!

Emerick. Ah! treason!
Thou hast been lessoned and tricked up for this!
As surely as the wax on thy death-warrant [320]
Shall take the impression of this royal signet,
So plain thy face hath ta'en the mask of rebel!

[Bethlen seizes Emerick's hand and eagerly observes the signet.

Bethlen. It must be so! 'Tis e'en the counterpart!
But with a foul usurping cypher on it!
The light hath flashed from Heaven, and I must follow it! 325
O curst usurper! O thou brother-murderer!
That mad'st a star-bright queen a fugitive widow!
Who fill'st the land with curses, being thyself
All curses in one tyrant! see and tremble!
[[936]] This is Kiuprili's sword that now hangs o'er thee! 330
Kiuprili's blasting curse, that from its point
Shoots lightnings at thee. Hark! in Andreas' name,
Heir of his vengeance, hell-hound! I defy thee.