And leave that chair thou foully hast usurped,
And I his servant, say to thee, come down!
All Cards. Devil! German Dog! Tear him to pieces! (All rush forward.)
Hild. (Tears off his robe and throws it over the Ambassador.) Back! or fear my curse! Who strikes at that strikes me!
All. Nay, this is a devil.
Hild. Were he Satan himself, beneath that robe he were
As sacred as God’s holiest angel!
(To Amb.) Go Man and tell thy master, who is no king,
That Gregory hath one single word for him,
And that is pity. Let him ask his God
To pardon him as I do pardon him.