What ails thee?

II:3:30 PAGE.
O the Viscount of Jodar,
I think he was the very worst of all;
But Sancho of Toledo was the first.

II:3:31 SOL.
What did they?

II:3:32 PAGE.
'Las, no sooner did I say
All that you told me, than he gives the word,
'A guest, a guest, a very potent guest,'
Takes me a goblet brimful of strong wine
And hands it to me, mocking, on his knee.
This I decline, when on his back they lay
Your faithful Page, nor set me on my legs
Till they had drenched me with this fiery stuff,
That I could scarcely see, or reel my way
Back to your presence.

II:3:33 SOL.
Marry, 'tis too much
E'en for a page's license. Ne'er you mind,
They shall to Prison by to-morrow's dawn.
I'll bind this kerchief round your brow, its scent
Will much revive you. Go, child, lie you down
On yonder couch.

II:3:34 PAGE.
I'm sure I ne'er can sleep
If Sancho of Toledo shall be sent
To-morrow's dawn to prison.

II:3:35 SOL.
Well, he's pardoned.

II:3:36 PAGE.
Also the Senor of Montilla's son,

II:3:37 SOL.
He shall be pardoned too. Now prithee sleep.

II:3:38 PAGE.
The young Count of Almeira--

II:3:39 SOL.
O no more.
They all are pardoned.

II:3:40 PAGE.
I do humbly pray
The Viscount of Jodar be pardoned too.

[Exit SOLISA.]

SCENE 4

A Banquet; the KING seated; on his right ALARCOS.
SIDONIA, LEON, the ADMIRAL OF CASTILLE, and other LORDS.
Groups of PAGES, CHAMBERLAINS, and SERVING-MEN.

II:4:1 The KING.
Would'st match them, cousin, 'gainst our barbs?

II:4:2 ALAR.
Against
Our barbs, Sir!

II:4:3 KING.
Eh, Lord Leon, you can scan
A courser's points?

II:4:4 LEON.