And with no thought to thee and to thy line
But fit devotion.

II:4:27 KING.
O, I know it well,
I know thou art right true. Mine eyes are moist
To see thee here again.

II:4:28 ALAR.
It is my post,
Nor could I seek another.

II:4:29 KING.
Thou dost know
That Hungary leaves us?

II:4:30 ALAR.
I was grieved to hear
There were some crosses.

II:4:31 KING.
Truth, I am not grieved.
Is it such joy this fair Castillian realm,
This glowing flower of Spain, be rudely plucked
By a strange hand? To see our chambers filled
With foreign losels; our rich fiefs and abbeys
The prey of each bold scatterling, that finds
No heirship in his country? Have I lived
And laboured for this end, to swell the sails
Of alien fortunes? O my gentle cousin,
There was a time we had far other hopes!
I suffer for my deeds.

II:4:32 ALAR.
We must forget,
We must forget, my liege.

II:4:33 KING.
Is't then so easy?
Thou hast no daughter. Ah! thou canst not tell
What 'tis to feel a father's policy
Hath dimmed a child's career. A child so peerless!
Our race, though ever comely, veiled to her.
A palm tree in its pride of sunny youth
Mates not her symmetry; her step was noticed
As strangely stately by her nurse. Dost know,
I ever deemed that winning smile of hers
Mournful, with all its mirth? But ah! no more
A father gossips; nay, my weakness 'tis not.
'Tis not with all that I would prattle thus;
But you, my cousin, know Solisa well,
And once you loved her.

II:4:34 ALAR.

[Rising.]

Once! O God!
Such passions are eternity.

II:4:35 KING.

[Advancing.]

What then,
Shall this excelling creature, on a thro