Pedro the Cruel
Dol. I am Dolores.
Maria. Dolores, the King's nurse? Oh, welcome then.
Nay, now you shall be seated. My old friend,
This very day I do expect him home,
For he has left the camp. Sit down by me
And tell me of your journey.
Dot. I am come
Because that I am very near my death.
And wish to see my boy on earth once more.
Maria. And you shall see him; he will soon be here.
I wish that you could love me.
Dot. Love you! What!
There are fools enough that love you for your eyes,
And for the grace cunning that, witch, your glass
Taught you to wind about you in your veil.
And must I love you too? Aye, tell me then,
If you be like an angel in your looks,
Are your deeds like an angel's?
Maria. Dear Dolores,
Indeed I am no angel, yet I think
I am no devil neither, but a woman
That wishes harm to no one.—Stay, I have
A pretty nosegay for you that you'll own
Is made of most sweet flowers. [Claps her hands
Maria. Dolores, the King's nurse? Oh, welcome then.
Nay, now you shall be seated. My old friend,
This very day I do expect him home,
For he has left the camp. Sit down by me
And tell me of your journey.
Dot. I am come
Because that I am very near my death.
And wish to see my boy on earth once more.
Maria. And you shall see him; he will soon be here.
I wish that you could love me.
Dot. Love you! What!
There are fools enough that love you for your eyes,
And for the grace cunning that, witch, your glass
Taught you to wind about you in your veil.
And must I love you too? Aye, tell me then,
If you be like an angel in your looks,
Are your deeds like an angel's?
Maria. Dear Dolores,
Indeed I am no angel, yet I think
I am no devil neither, but a woman
That wishes harm to no one.—Stay, I have
A pretty nosegay for you that you'll own
Is made of most sweet flowers. [Claps her hands
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