I:4:19 KING.
Harp not, I pray,
On an old sorrow.
I:4:20 SOL.
Old! he calls it old!
The wound is green, and staunch it, or I die.
I:4:21 KING.
Have I the skill?
I:4:22 SOL.
Why! art thou not a King?
Wherein consists the magic of a crown
But in the bold achievement of a deed
Would scare a clown to dream?
I:4:23 KING.
I'd read thy thought.
I:4:24 SOL.
Then have it; I would marry.
I:4:25 KING.
It is well;
It is my wish.
I:4:26 SOL.
And unto such a prince
As I've described withal. For though a prince
Of Fancy's realm alone, as thou dost deem,
Yet doth he live indeed.
I:4:27 KING.
To me unknown.
I:4:28 SOL.
O! father mine, before thy reverend knees
Ere this we twain have knelt.
I:4:29 KING.
Forbear, my child;
Or can it be my daughter doth not know
He is no longer free?
I:4:30 SOL.
The power that bound him,
That bondage might dissolve? To holy church
Thou hast given great alms?
I:4:31 KING.
There's more to gain thy wish,
If more would gain it; but it cannot be,
Even were he content.
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