feel satiety like my sad friend.

II:1:9 SIDO.
'Tis not satiety now makes me sad;
So check thy mocking tongue, or cure my cares.

II:1:10 LEON.
Absence cures love. Be off to Aquitaine.

II:1:11 SIDO.
I chose a jester for my friend, and feel
His value now.

II:1:12 LEON.
You share the lover's lot
When you desire and you despair. What then?
You know right well that woman is but one,
Though she take many forms, and can confound
The young with subtle aspects. Vanity
Is her sole being. Make the myriad vows
That passionate fancy prompts. At the next tourney
Maintain her colours 'gainst the two Castilles
And Aragon to boot. You'll have her!

II:1:13 SIDO.
Why!
This was the way I woo'd the haughty Lara,
But I'll not hold such passages approach
The gentle lady of this morn.

II:1:14 LEON.
Well, then,
Try silence, only sighs and hasty glances
Withdrawn as soon as met. Could'st thou but blush:
But there's no hope. In time our sighs become
A sort of plaintive hint what hopeless rogues
Our stars have made us. Would we had but met
Earlier, yet still we hope she'll spare a tear
To one she met too late. Trust me she'll spare it;
She'll save this sinner who reveres a saint.
Pity or admiration gains them all.
You'll have her!

II:1:15 SIDO.
Well, whate'er the course pursued,
Be thou a prophet!

[Enter ORAN.]

II:1:16 ORAN.
Stand, Senors, in God's name.

II:1:17 LEON.
Or the devil's.
Well, what do you want?

II:1:18 ORAN.
Many things, but one
Most principal.

II:1:19 SIDO.
And that's--

II:1:20 ORAN.
A friend.

II:1:21 LEON.
You're right
To seek one in the st