Hieronimo.
Viceroy, I will not trust thee with my life,
Which I this day have offered to my son.
Accursed wretch, why stay'st[322] thou him, that was
Resolv'd to die?
King.
Speak, traitor! damned bloody murderer, speak!
For now I have thee, I will make thee speak.
Why hast thou done this undeserving deed?
Viceroy.
Why hast thou murdered my Balthazar?
Castile.
Why hast thou butcher'd both my children thus?
Hieronimo.