SCENE V.
Denis Florence MacCarthy translation
The Captain, Soldiers, LUIS a prisoner, The King.
CAPTAIN. Luis, sire, without delay We secured; but not before He killed three, and wounded more, Of our company.
KING. Christian, say, Why do you no fear display, Seeing now in angry mood My hand raised to shed your blood? But in vain do I deplore, Since he this deserves and more Who has done a Christian good. Gifts, not chastisement, should be Thine to-day, for it is plain It is I should feel the pain For conferring good on thee. Take him hence, and presently Let him die; and be it known Why from him has mercy flown. 'Tis not for his crimes or guilt That this Christian's blood is spilt, 'Tis for Christ's belief alone. [Exeunt.
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