Say, that our settled judgment hath advised us
What tribute is, how poor that monarch shows
Who for his throne a yearly pension owes;
And what our predecessors lost to Spain,
We have fresh spirits that can renew it again.
King. Ha! so peremptory, daring, stout!
And. Then, my liege,
According to your gracious dread command,
I bad defiance with a vengeful hand.
Spain. He entertained it?