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ZORADA.

Not now; take breath awhile, and be composed.

Lean on the grass and I will fetch thee nourishment.

SEBASTIAN (preventing her from going).

Not now, dear child.

I am composed again, and from my side
Thou shalt not move, till I have told thee all.
(After a pause.) Thou know'st the bitter wrongs and foul affront
Which my ungrateful monarch put upon me,
As meet reward for many years of service.
Ay, though I say it, valiant, faithful service
In field and council.

ZORADA.

I know it all too well; a burning shame

That he should so requite thee! Some base wretch
Hath tempted him with——

SEBASTIAN.

Say his noble nature,—

I think it once was noble,—was abused
By the base machinations of my foes.
Say what thou wilt; I was a man, a soldier.
And sought revenge, that baleful remedy
For bitterness of heart.

ZORADA.

Nay, pause, I pray you! do not tell it now:

Thou art too much distress'd.