He is accused of being rather a Moor than a Spaniard.
Quinola (aside)
That sallow face is going to spoil all! (To the King) Sire, my master
knows no sorcery, excepting so far as he is madly in love, first with
the glory of your Majesty, next with a maid of Barcelona, heiress of
Lothundiaz, the richest burgess of the town. As he picked up more
science than wealth in studying natural science in Italy, the poor
youth has failed in his attempt to marry this maid.--And notice, sire,
how great men are calumniated; in his despair he made a pilgrimage to
the Virgen del Pilar, to beg her assistance, because Marie was the
name of the lady he loved. On leaving the church, he sat down wearied
under a tree and fell asleep. In his dreams the Virgin appeared to him
and communicated to him an invention by which he could navigate ships
without sails, without oars, against wind and tide. He approached you,
sire; but between the sun and him a cloud intervened, and after a
deadly conflict with the cloud, he is now suffering for his confidence
in the Virgen del Pilar and in his king. No one but his servant has
sufficient courage to come and throw at your feet the news that there
exists a means of realizing universal dominion.
Philip II.
I will see your master when I leave the chapel.
The Grand Inquisitor
Surely, the king will not expose himself to such peril?
Philip II.
My duty is to inquire.
The Grand Inquisitor
And mine is to make men respect the privileges of the Sacred Office.
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