Pedro the Cruel
Worse wrongs from us, my part in which have I,
Though never moved by hatred nor ambition,
Repented bitterly; and by my soul
I think I pity him.
Enri. Magnanimous!
Pity the foot upon your neck!
Fad. He is
Our father's son, and he may yet become
A King we should be proud to own for brother,
A brother we should love to own for King.
Enri. I own him for my King! I own him brother!
Can nature work so differently in twins,
That what I loathe like poison, pest, and death;
The thing whose life torments my very dreams,
The creature who so lords it in the place
God, Nature, and my father meant for me,
Should seem to you a something to be coaxed
With tender speech and kneeled unto, for love?
We live in different worlds.
Fad. None in past time
Did coax him with more tender speech than you.
It is my honesty offends you.
Enri. Oh,
My purpose can lie crouching in a corner
Year after year, nor ever close an eye.
I'd do the same now, could I gain by it.
Though never moved by hatred nor ambition,
Repented bitterly; and by my soul
I think I pity him.
Enri. Magnanimous!
Pity the foot upon your neck!
Fad. He is
Our father's son, and he may yet become
A King we should be proud to own for brother,
A brother we should love to own for King.
Enri. I own him for my King! I own him brother!
Can nature work so differently in twins,
That what I loathe like poison, pest, and death;
The thing whose life torments my very dreams,
The creature who so lords it in the place
God, Nature, and my father meant for me,
Should seem to you a something to be coaxed
With tender speech and kneeled unto, for love?
We live in different worlds.
Fad. None in past time
Did coax him with more tender speech than you.
It is my honesty offends you.
Enri. Oh,
My purpose can lie crouching in a corner
Year after year, nor ever close an eye.
I'd do the same now, could I gain by it.
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