Let all his greatness arm itself for my punishment; all the state shall perish, if I must perish.

Don Arias. What! do you fear so little sovereign power—?

Count. (The sovereign power) of a sceptre which, without me, would fall from his hand. He himself has too much interest in my person, and my head in falling would cause his crown to fall.

Don Arias. Permit reason to bring back your senses. Take good advice.

Count. The advice (or, counsel) with regard to it is (already) taken.

Don Arias. What shall I say, after all? I am obliged to give him an account (of this interview).

Count. [Say] that I can never consent to my own dishonor.

Don Arias. But think that kings will be absolute.

Count. The die is cast, sir. Let us speak of the matter no more.

Don Arias. Adieu, then, sir, since in vain I try to persuade you. Notwithstanding (lit. with) all your laurels, still dread the thunderbolt.

Count. I shall await it without fear.

Don Arias. But not without effect.

Count. We shall see by that Don Diego satisfied. (Exit Don Arias.) (Alone) He who fears not death fears not threats. I have a heart superior to the greatest misfortunes (lit. above the proudest misfortunes); and men may reduce me to live without happiness, but they cannot compel me to live without honor.

Scene II.—The COUNT and DON RODRIGO.

Don Rodrigo. Here, count, a word or two.

Count. Speak.

Don Rodrigo. Relieve me from a doubt. Dost thou know Don Diego well?

Count. Yes.

Don Rodrigo. Let us speak [in] low [tones]; listen. Dost thou know that this old man was the very [essence of] virtue, valor, and honor in his time? Dost thou know it?

Count. Perhaps so.

Don Rodrigo. This fire which I carry in mine eyes, knowest thou that this is his blood? Dost thou know it?

Count. What matters it to me?

Don Rodrigo.