RODRIGO
All his allies and friends rush into troops
Like raging torrents.
VALESCO
And loud trumpet forth
Your perjuries. Seducing the wild people,
And with rebellious faces threatening all.
KING
I shall be massacred in this their spleen,
Ere I have time to guard myself. I feel
The fire already falling. Where's our guard?
MALATESTE
Planted at guarded gate, with a strict charge
That none shall enter but by your command.
KING
Let them be doubled. I am full of thoughts,
A thousand wheels toss my incertain fears,
There is a storm in my hot boiling brains,
Which rises without wind. A horrid one.
What clamour's that?
QUEEN
Some treason. Guard the King.
Enter Balthazar drawn, [he strikes] one of the guards who falls.
BALTHAZAR
Not in?
MALATESTE
One of the guards is slain, keep off the murderer.
BALTHAZAR
I am none, sir.