Car. Yes, upon thee,
Like to the ruins of a tower, to grind
Thy body into dust. Traitor and bastard,
I do arrest thee of high treason.
Phil. Ha!
Traitor and bastard! and by thee? my weapons!
Car. Lay hands upon him!
Phil. Ah! you're best do so.
Car. Alvero, there's the warrant; to your hands
The prisoner is committed. Lords, let's part:
Look to him, on your life.
[Exeunt Cardinal, &c.
Manent Philip and Alvero.
Phil. Heart! heart! heart! heart!
[Tears the warrant.