UN.
When you are here.

I:2:8 ALAR.
I will be always here.

I:2:9 COUN.
Thou canst not, sweet Alarcos. Happy hours,
When we were parted but to hear thy horn
Sound in our native woods!

I:2:10 ALAR.
Why, this is humour!
We're courtiers now; and we must smile and smirk.

I:2:11 COUN.
Methinks your tongue is gayer than your glance.
The King, I hope, was gracious?

I:2:12 ALAR.
Were he not,
My frown's as prompt as his. He was most gracious.

I:2:13 COUN.
Something has chafed thee?

I:2:14 ALAR.
What should chafe me, child,
And when should hearts be light, if mine be dull?
Is not mine exile over? Is it nought
To breathe in the same house where we were born,
And sleep where slept our fathers? Should that chafe?

I:2:15 COUN.
Yet didst then leave my side this very morn,
And with a vow this day should ever count
Amid thy life most happy; when we meet
Thy brow is clouded.

I:2:16 ALAR.
Joy is sometimes grave,
And deepest when 'tis calm. And I am joyful
If it be joy, this long forbidden hall
Once more to pace, and feel each fearless step
Tread on a baffled foe.

I:2:17 COUN.
Hast thou still foes

I:2:18 ALAR.
I trust so; I should not be what I am,
Still less what I will be, if hate did not
Pursue me as my shadow. Ah! fair wife,
Thou knowest not Burgos. Thou hast yet to fathom
The depths of thy new world.

I:2:19 COUN.
I do recoil
As from some unknown woo, from this same world.
I thought we came for peace.

I:2:20 ALAR.
Peace dwells within
No lordly roof in Burgos. We have come
For triumph.

I:2:21 COUN.
So I share thy lot, Alarcos,
All feelings are t