Spain. How stand you, lords, to this election?
Omnes. Right pleasing, our dread sovereign.
Spain. Then, Don Andrea——
And. My approved liege.
Spain. We make thee our lord high embassador.
And. Your highness circles me with honour’s bounds;
I shall discharge the weight of your command
With best respect: if friendly-tempered phrase
Cannot affect the virtue of your charge,
I will be hard like thunder, and as rough