[Interposing.]
No, no!—Let my grey hairs suffice!
[The MOB pause.
PAUL.
[Starting up, speaks aside.]
My God!—That voice!
[During what follows, PAUL—screened from the MOB'S view by his soldier GUARDS—expresses in pantomime his conflicting emotions.
CARRAC.
[To the DUKE.]
Who are you?