Henriquez! hear'st thou not, noble Henriquez?
Nay, nay! rise from the earth: such frantic grief
Doth not become a man, and least of all
A man whose firm endurance of misfortune
Has hitherto so graced his noble worth.
Giv'st thou no answer but these heavy groans?
Thou canst not from the tomb recall the dead,
But rouse thy spirit to revenge his death.
HENRIQUEZ (raising his head).
CARLOS.
And rouse thee to revenge thy murder'd friend.
HENRIQUEZ.
The hand of man is nothing.
CARLOS.
(Taking hold of his hand to raise him.)
Up from the earth! I've found the murderer.
HENRIQUEZ (Springing up fiercely, and seizing him by the throat).
The God of heaven doth know, and he alone.
Darest thou with mortal breath bestow that name,
To the dishonour of a noble house,
On one of ancient princely lineage born?
