Scene from Projected Drama
Pedro. Oh mother! mother! Do you call me impious?
Oh mother! mother! Yet you knew my Inez!
Queen. Ah yes, my son, I knew her and I loved her.
Pedro. Well, say no more of her, nor dare again
Breathe any word of peace with Don Alonzo.
Queen. Alas! I only came to speak of that.
What shall I say?
Pedro. If that was all your errand,
Madam, you may return back to your husband.
Queen. Does my son speak so to his mother?
Pedro. Yes,
And shall to all who speak of peace with him.
Queen. Oh, Pedro, he is old and broken down,
His hairs that were but grizzled, are all white
Through your rebellion.
Pedro. Greybeard murderer!
Oh, mother, would that I had twenty brothers;
So might that man have twenty foes the more.
Queen. What shall I do? You break my heart.
Pedro. You weep
For him, then? You are tender-hearted, mother.
Who weeps for me?
Queen. Oh, by the Cross, my son,
And by the Virgin, and the Saints of Heaven,
I wept for you till I could weep no more.
Oh mother! mother! Yet you knew my Inez!
Queen. Ah yes, my son, I knew her and I loved her.
Pedro. Well, say no more of her, nor dare again
Breathe any word of peace with Don Alonzo.
Queen. Alas! I only came to speak of that.
What shall I say?
Pedro. If that was all your errand,
Madam, you may return back to your husband.
Queen. Does my son speak so to his mother?
Pedro. Yes,
And shall to all who speak of peace with him.
Queen. Oh, Pedro, he is old and broken down,
His hairs that were but grizzled, are all white
Through your rebellion.
Pedro. Greybeard murderer!
Oh, mother, would that I had twenty brothers;
So might that man have twenty foes the more.
Queen. What shall I do? You break my heart.
Pedro. You weep
For him, then? You are tender-hearted, mother.
Who weeps for me?
Queen. Oh, by the Cross, my son,
And by the Virgin, and the Saints of Heaven,
I wept for you till I could weep no more.
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