Muza. What art thou?

[Roderigo, drawing his sword.

Rod. King.

Abd. Amazement!

Muza. Treason!

Egil. O horror!

Muza. Seize him.

Egil. Spare him! fly to me!

Jul. Urge me not to protect a guest, a herald—
The blasts of war roar over him unfelt.

Egil. Ah fly, unhappy!