Pedro the Cruel
Like those you seek to breathe in me, but moved
By all of nature that's most blind and tender
To rescue her from Pedro. How we failed
You know, and how much worse we left her fate.
I cannot serve her by those means again.
It may be gentler means shall one day prosper.
I have no more to say.
Enri. Adieu, Fadrique.
Cold lover, unkind brother, fare you well!
By all of nature that's most blind and tender
To rescue her from Pedro. How we failed
You know, and how much worse we left her fate.
I cannot serve her by those means again.
It may be gentler means shall one day prosper.
I have no more to say.
Enri. Adieu, Fadrique.
Cold lover, unkind brother, fare you well!
SCENE II
Dolores, Pedro's aged Nurse
Dol. So then, thou snake! 'tis here thou mak'st thy lair.
How cool and perfumed is this place, methinks
More bower than room. The plagues of Egypt catch her.
Must she be lodged more royally than a queen?
You might call this a hall of orange-trees,
Or birdcage barred with vines. She must have doves too,
To murmur 'mongst the leaves with tender voice
While she sits plotting crime, Why, these are toys
For innocent fingers——all these silken stitched
And delicate works. Nay then, but see, what's this?
How cool and perfumed is this place, methinks
More bower than room. The plagues of Egypt catch her.
Must she be lodged more royally than a queen?
You might call this a hall of orange-trees,
Or birdcage barred with vines. She must have doves too,
To murmur 'mongst the leaves with tender voice
While she sits plotting crime, Why, these are toys
For innocent fingers——all these silken stitched
And delicate works. Nay then, but see, what's this?
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