st, 'tis past, and love is ours no more;
Yet I complain not of the powers above;
They made me a miser's feast of happiness,
And could not furnish out another meal.
Now, by yon stars, by heaven, and earth, and men,
By all my foes at once, I swear, my Torrismond,
That to have had you mine for one short day,
Has cancelled half my mighty sum of woes!
Say but you hate me not.

_Tor._ I cannot hate you.

_Raym._ Can you not? say that once more,
That all the saints may witness it against you.

_Leo._ Cruel Raymond!
Can he not punish me, but he must hate?
O, 'tis not justice, but a brutal rage,
Which hates the offender's person with his crimes!
I have enough to overwhelm one woman,
To lose a crown and lover in a day:
Let pity lend a tear, when rigour strikes.

_Raym._ Then, then you should have thought of tears and pity,
When virtue, majesty, and hoary age,
Pleaded for Sancho's life.

_Leo._ My future days shall be one whole contrition:
A chapel will I build, with large endowment,
Where every day an hundred aged men
Shall all hold up their withered hands to heaven,
To pardon Sancho's death.

_Tor._ See, Raymond, see; she makes a large amends:
Sancho is dead; no punishment of her
Can raise his cold stiff limbs from the dark grave;
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest,
To see, with joy, her miseries on earth.

_Raym._ Heaven may forgive a crime to penitence,
For heaven can judge if penitence be true;
But man, who knows not hearts, should make examples
Which, like a warning piece, must be shot off,
To fright the rest from crimes.

_Leo._ Had I but known that Sancho was his father,
I would have poured a deluge of my blood,
To save one drop of his.

_Tor._ Mark that, inexorable Raymond, mark!
'Twas fatal ignorance, that caused his death.

_Raym._ What! if she did not know he was your father,
She knew he was a man, the best of men;
Heaven's image double-stamped, as man and king.

_Leo._ He was, he was, even more than you can say;
But yet--

_Raym._ But yet you barbarously murdered him.

_Leo._ He will not hear me out!

_Tor._ Was ever criminal forbid to plead?
Curb your ill-mannered zeal.

_Raym._ Sing to him, syren;
For I shall stop my ears: Now mince the sin,
And mollify damnation with a phrase;
Say, you consented not to Sancho's death,
But barely not forbade it.

_Leo._ Hard-hearted man, I yield my guilty cause;
But all my guilt was caused by