Beatrice of Swabia
See, O see?
Who are those two who slowly come to meet us?
See those two ladies. What, another you?
Is there another Constance, then?
Cons. Not so.
'Tis we ourselves who, moving onward, throw
Our images on a mirror.
Beat. But who is she
Who walks beside thee?
Cons. 'Tis thyself, my child.
Thou hast ne'er seen thine own face, then?
Beat. Mine own?
She with the brown-gold tresses and large eyes
That now are turned on me, and white, so white.
Am I hike that? Am I so beautiful?
I did not know it.
Cons. Yes, my lily-flower,
Most beautiful thou art!
Who are those two who slowly come to meet us?
See those two ladies. What, another you?
Is there another Constance, then?
Cons. Not so.
'Tis we ourselves who, moving onward, throw
Our images on a mirror.
Beat. But who is she
Who walks beside thee?
Cons. 'Tis thyself, my child.
Thou hast ne'er seen thine own face, then?
Beat. Mine own?
She with the brown-gold tresses and large eyes
That now are turned on me, and white, so white.
Am I hike that? Am I so beautiful?
I did not know it.
Cons. Yes, my lily-flower,
Most beautiful thou art!
After "Beatrice of Swabia," which was composed several years later than "Pedro the Cruel," we may place some single scenes, or parts of scenes, evidently intended for projected dramas, of various and uncertain dates.
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