Here be troops of friends
And ready instruments. Wear that sweet smile,
That wins a partisan quicker than power;
Speak in that tone gives each a special share
In thy regard, and what is general
Let all deem private. O! thou'lt play it rarely.
II:2:20 COUN.
I would do all that may become thy wife.
II:2:21 ALAR.
I know it, I know it. Thou art a treasure, Florimonde,
And this same singer -- thou hast not asked his name.
Didst guess it? Ah! upon thy gentle cheek
I see a smile.
II:2:22 COUN.
My lord -- indeed --
II:2:23 ALAR.
Thou playest
Thy game less like a novice than I deemed.
Thou canst not say thou didst not catch the voice
Of the Sidonia?
II:2:24 COUN.
My good lord, indeed
His voice to me is as unknown as mine
Must be to him.
II:2:25 ALAR.
Whose should the voice but his,
Whose stricken sight left not thy face an instant,
But gazed as if some new-born star had risen
To light his way to paradise? I tell thee,
Among my strict confederates I would count
This same young noble. He is a paramount chief;
Perchance his vassals might outnumber mine,
Conjoined we're adamant.
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