Beatrice of Swabia
Prince. My lord, your fair Princess seems cold and deaf
As yet to knightly homage.
Loria. Sir, your father
Sent her no Court Preceptor to enlighten
The darkness of her dungeon. Yet you see. . . . .
As yet to knightly homage.
Loria. Sir, your father
Sent her no Court Preceptor to enlighten
The darkness of her dungeon. Yet you see. . . . .
Beatrice has landed and, entering the palace, says to her attendants:
Tell me, tell me truly,
Am I on earth still?
Atten. 'Tis the Palace hall,
Princess, and yonder see the Queen, your sister,
Hurrying to welcome you.
Am I on earth still?
Atten. 'Tis the Palace hall,
Princess, and yonder see the Queen, your sister,
Hurrying to welcome you.
Enter Queen Constance
Cons. My Beatrice.[Embraces her.
What, not a word? Tremble not, thou art safe.
Sit by me here, upon this shaded couch.
Know'st thou me not? Let me look first at thee,
White lily that thou art. Know'st thou me, dear?
Beat. They say thou art the Queen.
Cons.Thy sister Constance.
My Beatrice! my sister!
They embrace again and weep.
What, not a word? Tremble not, thou art safe.
Sit by me here, upon this shaded couch.
Know'st thou me not? Let me look first at thee,
White lily that thou art. Know'st thou me, dear?
Beat. They say thou art the Queen.
Cons.Thy sister Constance.
My Beatrice! my sister!
They embrace again and weep.
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