"It shall not be said, because the murdered was our subject, and the murderer an alien, that he was condemned without examination of proofs against him, or being heard in his own defence.

Seven suns hence we will ourselves examine every evidence for or against him, which, your penetration, my lords, can collect.

Till then, Don Felix, the prisoner is your charge, to be produced when summoned; and now away with the midnight assassin--he has polluted our presence too long.

Away with the base ingrate, who has thus requited our trust and love; we would look on him no more." With, a rapid movement the unfortunate young man broke from the guard, which, at Don Felix's sign, closed round and sought to drag him from the hall, and flung himself impetuously at Ferdinand's feet.
"I am no murderer!" he exclaimed, in a tone of such passionate agony, that to any less prejudiced than those around, it must at least have raised doubt as to his guilt.

"I am not the base ingrate you would deem me.