SEBASTIAN
I'll make him love her when I am a King.
MEDINA
La you, there's in him a king's heart already.
As therefore we before together vowed,
Lay all your warlike hands upon my sword,
And swear.
SEBASTIAN
Will you swear to kill me, Uncle?
MEDINA
Oh not for twenty worlds.
SEBASTIAN
Nay then draw and spare not, for I love fighting.
MEDINA
Stand in the midst, sweet coz, we are your guard.
These hammers shall for thee beat out a crown
If all hit right. Swear therefore, noble friends,
By your high bloods, by true nobility,
By what you owe religion, owe to your country,
Owe to the raising your posterity,
By love you bear to virtue, and to arms,
The shield of innocence, swear not to sheath
Your swords, when once drawn forth.
ONAELIA
Oh not to kill him
For twenty thousand worlds.
MEDINA
Will you be quiet?
Your swords when once drawn forth, till they have forced
Yon godless, perjurous, perfidious man…
ONAELIA
Pray rail not at him so.
MEDINA
Art mad? You're idle
Till they have forced him
To cancel his late lawless bond he sealed
At the high altar to his Florentine strumpet,
And in his bed lay this his troth-plight wife.