O, Sir, your travellers
Need fleeter steeds than we poor shambling folks
Who stay at home. To my unskilful sense,
Speed for the chase and vigour for the tilt,
Meseems enough.

II:4:5 ALAR.'
If riders be as prompt.

II:4:6 LEON.
Our tourney is put off, or please your Grace,
I'd try conclusions with this marvellous beast,
This Pegasus, this courser of the sun,
That is to blind us all with his bright rays
And cloud our chivalry.

II:4:7 KING.
My Lord Sidonia,
You're a famed judge: try me this Cyprus wine;
An English prince did give it me, returning
From the holy sepulchre.

II:4:8 SIDO.
Most rare, my liege,
And glitters like a gem!

II:4:9 KING.
It doth content
Me much, your Cyprus wine. Lord Admiral,
Hast heard the news? The Saracens have fled
Before the Italian galleys.

II:4:10 THE ADMIRAL OF CASTILLE.
No one guides
A galley like your Pisan.

II:4:11 ALAR.
The great Doge
Of Venice, sooth, would barely veil his flag
To Pisa.

II:4:12 ADM.
Your Venetian hath his craft.
This Saracenic rent will surely touch
Our turbaned neighbours?

II:4:13 KING.
To the very core,
Granada's all a-mourning. Good, my Lords,
One goblet more. We'll give our cousin's health.
Here's to the Count Alarcos.

II:4:14 OMNES.
To the Count Alarcos.

[The Guests rise, pay their homage to the KING, and are retiring.]

II:4:15 KING.
Good night, Lord Admiral; my Lord of Leon,
My Lord Sidonia, and my Lord of Lara,
Gentle adieus; to you, my Lord, and you,
To all and each. Cousin, good night--and yet
A moment rest awhile; since your return
I've looked on you in crowds, it may become us
To say farewell alone.