II:1:7 SIDO.
Wert ever, Leon,
In pleasant Aquitaine?
II:1:8 LEON.
O talk of Burgos;
It is my only subject -- matchless town,
Where all I ask are patriarchal years
To feel satiety like my sad friend.
II:1:9 SIDO.
'Tis not satiety now makes me sad;
So check thy mocking tongue, or cure my cares.
II:1:10 LEON.
Absence cures love. Be off to Aquitaine.
II:1:11 SIDO.
I chose a jester for my friend, and feel
His value now.
II:1:12 LEON.
You share the lover's lot
When you desire and you despair. What then?
You know right well that woman is but one,
Though she take many forms, and can confound
The young with subtle aspects. Vanity
Is her sole being. Make the myriad vows
That passionate fancy prompts. At the next tourney
Maintain her colours 'gainst the two Castilles
And Aragon to boot. You'll have her!
II:1:13 SIDO.
Why!
This was the way I woo'd the haughty Lara,
But I'll not hold such passages approach
The gentle lady of this morn.
II:1:14 LEON.
Well, then,
Try silence, only sighs and hasty glances
Withdrawn as soon as met.
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