SCENE VI.
VERINO, RAYMOND, OFFICER WITH GUARDS.
OFFICER.
Pray my lord
Forgive the unwilling messenger of ill!
I have strict orders to arrest Lord Raymond,
And bear him instantly to close confinement.
VERINO.
By Heaven it shall not be: Old as I am,
I will not tamely see my child destroyed
By the base arts of deep designing villains.
RAYMOND.
My noble father, moderate your rage!
It is a soldier's glory to obey;
Were each man injured, to indulge his wrath,
And madly dare to be his own avenger,
The beauteous chain of order would be broken;
And horrid anarchy o'erturn the world.
For me, I hold it cowardice to doubt
The justice of my king, and freely pardon
This harsh command to his afflicted age!
Sir I obey.
VERINO.
I am reproved, my Raymond,
Pardon, thou gallant youth, thy father's frenzy!
And be the weakness of my soul forgotten
In the bright blaze of thy superior virtue!
