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HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.
Black Sultan, saddled stands, champing the bit,
And casting from his mouth the flaky foam.
Stand back; they 're coming now.
Enter Antonio, Carlos, Friar, Balthazer, and Diego, from the Prison.
FRIAR (to Antonio).
ANTONIO.
And yet, methinks, these fetters might be spared.
By Don Henriquez' orders am I thus
Like a vile felon chain'd?
CARLOS.
I fear they gall you; are they clench'd too tightly?
BALTHAZER.
To bear a felon's manacles.
ANTONIO (to Balthazer).
Such is thy narrow and ungen'rous nature.
(Turning to Carlos.)
This rough but noble soldier, bred in camps
And midst the broil of battle, is more gentle.
Henriquez seem'd inclined to pity me,
To think me innocent; then, wherefore these