I’d rather choose Horatio, were he not so young.
Hor. I humbly thank your highness,
In placing me next unto his royal bosom.
Spain. How stand ye, lords, to this election?
Omnes. Right pleasing, our dread sovereign.
Med. Only, with pardon, mighty sovereign——
Cast. I should have chosen Don Lorenzo.
Med. I, Don Rogero.
Rog. O no; not me, my lords,
I am war’s champion, and my fees are swords.