s, lofty, but around
The peaks cling vapours.

III:2:34 ALAR.
Eagles live in clouds,
And they draw royal breath.

III:2:35 KING.
I'd have her quit,
This strange seclusion, cousin. Give thine aid
To festive purposes.

III:2:36 ALAR.
A root, an egg,
Why there's a feast with a holy mind.

III:2:37 KING.
If ever
I find my seat within a hermitage,
I'll think the same.

III:2:38 ALAR.
You have built shrines, sweet lady?

III:2:39 SOL.
What then, my lord?

III:2:40 ALAR.
Why then you might be worshipped,
If your image were in front; I'd bow down
To anything so fair.

III:2:41 KING.
Dost know, my cousin,
Who waits me now? The deputies from Murcia.
The realm is ours,

[whispers him]

is thine.

III:2:42 ALAR.
The church has realms
Wider than both Castilles. But which of them
Will be our lot; that's it.

III:2:43 KING.
Mine own Solisa,
They wait me in my cabinet;

[aside to her]

Bethink thee
With whom all rests.

[Exit the KING.]

III:2:44 SOL.
You had sport to-day, my lord?
The King was at the chace.

III:2:45 ALAR.
I breathed my barb.

III:2:46 SOL.
They say the chace hath charm to cheer the spirit,

III:2:47 ALAR.
'Tis better than prayers.

III:2:48 SOL.
Indeed, I think I'll hunt.
You and my father seem so passing gay.

III:2:49 ALAR.
Why this is no confessional, no shrine
Haunted with presaged gloom. I should be gay
To look at thee and listen to thy voice;
For if fair pictures and sweet sounds enchant
The soul of man, that are but artifice,
How then am I entranced, this living picture
Bright by