Pedro the Cruel
Maria. How royal look'st thou in thy pity, Pedro!
It well becomes thee.
Pedro. And how beautiful
Thy lips look when they flatter! Thou hast but to open them
And all thy thoughts are mine.
Maria. Am I a witch,then?
Pedro. The queen of Andalusian sorceresses!
Maria. And yet, my husband, yet that Coronel
Better deserved his fate than Garci Laso!
He who deserted in her utmost need
And hour of sorrow, Leonor,[1] his Lady,
Was false to manhood and his knighthood's faith.
Ne'er was he worthy of a Prince's trust.
Pedro. I was a boy then, but those days are o'er!
But lo, Maria, in the joy of meeting
I had forgot a strange perplexity
For which we must take counsel. Blanche of Bourbon
Has crossed the Pyrenees; my aunt and mother
Are gone to meet her.
Maria. Let me pity her
For loss of such a happiness. Ah, Pedro!
I robbed her e'er she knew her treasure's worth.
It well becomes thee.
Pedro. And how beautiful
Thy lips look when they flatter! Thou hast but to open them
And all thy thoughts are mine.
Maria. Am I a witch,then?
Pedro. The queen of Andalusian sorceresses!
Maria. And yet, my husband, yet that Coronel
Better deserved his fate than Garci Laso!
He who deserted in her utmost need
And hour of sorrow, Leonor,[1] his Lady,
Was false to manhood and his knighthood's faith.
Ne'er was he worthy of a Prince's trust.
Pedro. I was a boy then, but those days are o'er!
But lo, Maria, in the joy of meeting
I had forgot a strange perplexity
For which we must take counsel. Blanche of Bourbon
Has crossed the Pyrenees; my aunt and mother
Are gone to meet her.
Maria. Let me pity her
For loss of such a happiness. Ah, Pedro!
I robbed her e'er she knew her treasure's worth.
- ↑ Leonora de Tellez, mistress of King Alonzo, and brother of Pedro's half-brothers.
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