Pedro the Cruel
Maria. Enter sweet Cid, and you shall see the fairy
That's come so far to wish your children luck.
Dol. My son! my son! my own, own lord, my Pedro!
I know you now—the very smile I used
To say would make men fear you. Dear my lord!
You look from crest to spur just the great King
I prayed to see you.
Pedro. And father to the loveliest little queen
That e'er was born to see lovers fling crowns
Before her feet—am I not?
Dol. That you are!
Pedro. Wish her as many foes as she has charms
That she may smile upon the tears of all!
Maria. For shame, Sir King! My Beatrice will never
Say Amen to that prayer!
That's come so far to wish your children luck.
Dol. My son! my son! my own, own lord, my Pedro!
I know you now—the very smile I used
To say would make men fear you. Dear my lord!
You look from crest to spur just the great King
I prayed to see you.
Pedro. And father to the loveliest little queen
That e'er was born to see lovers fling crowns
Before her feet—am I not?
Dol. That you are!
Pedro. Wish her as many foes as she has charms
That she may smile upon the tears of all!
Maria. For shame, Sir King! My Beatrice will never
Say Amen to that prayer!
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