Ele. Grant Eleazar justice, my dread liege.
Men. Eleazar hath had justice from our hands,
And he stands banish'd from the court of Spain.
King. Have you done justice? Why, Lord Cardinal,
From whom do you derive authority
To banish him the court without our leave?
Men. From this, the staff of our protectorship;
From this, which the last will of your dead father
Committed to our trust; from this high place,
Which lifts Mendoza's spirits beyond the pitch
Of ordinary honour, and from this——
[King takes the staff from Mendoza, and gives it to Eleazar.
King. Which too much overweening insolence
Hath quite ta'en from thee. Eleazar, up,
And from us sway this staff of Regency.
All. How's this!
Phil. Dare sons presume to break their father's will?
King. Dare subjects countercheck their sovereign's will?
'Tis done, and who gainsays it, is a traitor.
Phil. I do, Fernando, yet am I no traitor.