Here I stand, sir.

Look at me.

Do I look like a Judas?
Do I look like a Spaniard?
Can you blame me for faithfully keeping the oath I gave the king?
When did we of the Netherlands ever trifle with vows?
You, the friend of Orange, have just declared that you did not grudge any man the faith to which he clung, and I will not doubt it.

Well, I hold firmly to the old church, I am a Catholic and shall remain one.

But in this hour I frankly confess, that I hate the inquisition and Alva's bloody deeds as much as you do.
They have as little connection with our religion as iconoclasm had with yours Like you, I love the freedom of our home.