[_She is carried off struggling; Emperor and_
BENDUCAR _follow._ SEBASTIAN _struggles in
his Guards' arms, and shakes off one of
them; but two others come in, and hold him;
he speaks not all the while._
_Dor._ I find I'm but a half-strained villain yet;
But mongrel-mischievous; for my blood boiled,
To view this brutal act; and my stern soul
Tugged at my arm, to draw in her defence. [_Aside._
Down, thou rebelling Christian in my heart!
Redeem thy fame on this Sebastian first; [_Walks a turn._
Then think on other wrongs, when thine are righted.
But how to right them? on a slave disarmed,
Defenceless, and submitted to my rage?
A base revenge is vengeance on myself:-- [_Walks again._
I have it, and I thank thee, honest head,
Thus present to me at my great necessity.-- [_Comes up to_ SEBASTIAN.
You know me not?
_Seb._ I hear men call thee Dorax.
_Dor._ 'Tis well; you know enough for once:--you speak too;
You were struck mute before.
_Seb._ Silence became me then.
_Dor._ Yet we may talk hereafter.
_Seb._ Hereafter is not mine:
Dispatch thy work, good executioner.
_Dor._ None of my blood were hangmen; add that falsehood
To a long bill, that yet remains unreckoned.
_Seb._ A king and thou can never have a reckoning.
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