HENRIQUEZ.
ACT I.
SCENE I.—A Grove near the Castle.
Enter Diego with a Letter, muttering to himself before he speaks aloud.
DIEGO.
The honour of the house of Altavera,
Of all those chiefs, whose bread I and my sires
So many years have ate without reproach,
Must it be sullied now?—Diego Furnez
Must take upon him, then, th' informer's office,
With all its paltry baseness and concealment.
To Altavera's lords, with manly freedom,
My fathers spoke, and so have I. But then
I did oppose this marriage which hath sunk
His noble pride so low. Such information
From me would be suspected; and his anger,
When so excited, might, perhaps,a blow!
Diego Furnez could not live disgraced,
And, dying unrevenged, would die disgraced.
