What! touch the man whom God's own hand has struck!
HARRAS.
All curses light on you! [Draws his sword.]
STUSSI (seizes his arm).
Gently, sir knight!
Your power is at end. 'Twere best forbear.
Our country's foe has fallen. We will brook
No further violence. We are free men.
ALL.
The country's free.
HARRAS.
And is it come to this?
Fear and obedience at an end so soon?
[To the soldiers of the guard who are thronging in.]