mories were just.

I:4:19 KING.
Harp not, I pray,
On an old sorrow.

I:4:20 SOL.
Old! he calls it old!
The wound is green, and staunch it, or I die.

I:4:21 KING.
Have I the skill?

I:4:22 SOL.
Why! art thou not a King?
Wherein consists the magic of a crown
But in the bold achievement of a deed
Would scare a clown to dream?

I:4:23 KING.
I'd read thy thought.

I:4:24 SOL.
Then have it; I would marry.

I:4:25 KING.
It is well;
It is my wish.

I:4:26 SOL.
And unto such a prince
As I've described withal. For though a prince
Of Fancy's realm alone, as thou dost deem,
Yet doth he live indeed.

I:4:27 KING.
To me unknown.

I:4:28 SOL.
O! father mine, before thy reverend knees
Ere this we twain have knelt.

I:4:29 KING.
Forbear, my child;
Or can it be my daughter doth not know
He is no longer free?

I:4:30 SOL.
The power that bound him,
That bondage might dissolve? To holy church
Thou hast given great alms?

I:4:31 KING.
There's more to gain thy wish,
If more would gain it; but it cannot be,
Even were he content.

I:4:32 SOL.
He is content.

I:4:33 KING.
Hah!

I:4:34 SOL.
For he loves me still.

I:4:35 KING.
I would do much
To please thee. I'm prepared to bear the brunt
Of Hungary's ire; but do not urge, Solisa,
Beyond capacity of sufferance
My temper's proof.

I:4:36 SOL.
Alarcos is my husband,
Or shall the sceptre from our line depart.
Listen, ye saints of Spain, I'll have his hand,
Or by our faith, my fated womb shall be
As barren as thy love, proud