I:2:48 SIDO.
Is it true
The match is off?
I:2:49 LEON.
'Tis said.
I:2:50 COUN.
The match is off
You did not tell me this strange news, Alarcos.
I:2:51 SIDO.
Did he not tell you how --
I:2:52 ALAR.
In truth, good sirs,
My wife and I are somewhat strangers here,
And things that are of moment to the minds
That long have dwelt on them, to us are nought.
[To the Countess.]
There was a sort of scene to-day at Court;
The Princess fainted: we were all dismissed,
Somewhat abruptly; but, in truth, I deem
These rumours have no source but in the tongues
Of curious idlers.
I:2:53 SIDO.
Faith, I hold them true.
Indeed they're very rife.
I:2:54 LEON.
Poor man, methinks
His is a lot forlorn, at once to lose
A mistress and a crown!
I:2:55 COUN.
Yet both may bring
Sorrow and cares. But little joy, I ween,
Dwells with a royal bride, too apt to claim
The homage she should yield.
I:2:56 SIDO.
I would all wives
Hold with your Countess in this pleasing creed.
I:2:57 ALAR.
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