Arac. Bah! I can spare them all—I want them not!
But here they come, stand back, the lists prepare—
Get you within those walls, poor trembling ones,
And see that no one interferes with us.
Enter Hilarion, Cyril, and Florian, with Kings Gama and Hildebrand—Princess and Ladies retire within outer wall, and group themselves on battlements.
Gama. Come boys, we’ve all prepared, begin! begin!
Why you lack mettle!—Gad, I’ll spur you up!
(To Arac) Look, Arac—there’s the son of that vile king,
Who, when he held me as his prisoner,
Tormented me with tortures worse than death.