King Bilbonzo. No—our delight is to show mercy. When the judges have condemned him to death, we will commute the sentence into penal servitude for life.
A Footman. Your Excellency!—the lictors.
[Torribio has suddenly vanished during the previous conversation.]
Palaemon. Let this man be strictly confined.
A Footman. What man, your Excellency?
Palaemon. Here—what! Where is he?
Ministers. What! Where is he? Gone?
King Bilbonzo. This is unspeakably insolent!
Amenias. He was standing here when I last saw him.
Palaemon. He was standing here.