ONAELIA
That word revenge,
Startles my sleepy soul, now thoroughly wakened
By the fresh object of my hapless child
Whose wrongs reach beyond mine.
SEBASTIAN
How doth my sweet mother?
ONAELIA
How doth my prettiest boy?
ALANZO
Wrongs, like great whirlwinds,
Shake highest battlements. Few for heaven would care,
Should they be ever happy. They are half gods
Who both in good days, and good fortune share.
ONAELIA
I have no part in either.
CARLO
You shall in both,
Can swords but cut the way.
ONAELIA
I care not much, so you but gently strike him,
And that my child escape the lightening.
MEDINA
For that our nerves are knit; is there not here
A promising face of manly princely virtues,
And shall so sweet a plant be rooted out
By him that ought to fix it fast in the ground?
Sebastian, what will you do to him
That hurts your mother?
SEBASTIAN
The King my father shall kill him I trow.
DAENIA
But sweet cousin, the King loves not your mother.