Pedro the Cruel
Diego de Padilla, his wife's brother,
And lastly one Maria de Padilla,
His servant, friend, and wife unto all time.
Pedro. Granted, my love.
Maria. Now may I kiss thy hand,
And rise the happiest of all suppliants.
For happiness is hallowed by good deeds,
And flowers and fruit are mingled on one tree.
And lastly one Maria de Padilla,
His servant, friend, and wife unto all time.
Pedro. Granted, my love.
Maria. Now may I kiss thy hand,
And rise the happiest of all suppliants.
For happiness is hallowed by good deeds,
And flowers and fruit are mingled on one tree.
ACT II
Opens with a scene in the castle of Don Enriquez de Trastamara amidst the mountains of the Asturias, where, still mistrusting his royal brother, though nominally reconciled, he has taken refuge with his Countess and his young sister Juana. The Count is, after his wont, out hunting while the two ladies thus converse:
Juana. The music of Don Pedro's wedding-bells
Will not ascend to us from Valladolid.
All will be feasting and rejoicing there,
And here will all be solemn quietness.
But where will be Fadrique? . . . . Would he were here.
Will not ascend to us from Valladolid.
All will be feasting and rejoicing there,
And here will all be solemn quietness.
But where will be Fadrique? . . . . Would he were here.
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