Thou shalt aid me, Calderon!" "Your highness will pardon me--no!" "Do I hear right?
No! Art thou not my minion--my instrument?
Can I not destroy as I have helped to raise thee?
Thy fortunes have turned thy brain.

The king already suspects and dislikes thee; thy foe, Uzeda, has his ear.

The people execrate thee.

If I abandon thee, thou art lost.
Look to it!" Calderon remained mute and erect, with his arms folded on his breast, and his cheek flushed with suppressed passions.

Philip gazed at him earnestly, and then, muttering to himself, approached the favourite with an altered air.
"Come, Calderon--I have been hasty-you maddened me; I meant not to wound you.