He often smiled,
Yet not so often, that a limner might
Describe his mien as jovial.
II:3:15 SOL.
'Tis himself!
What next? Will they sit long?
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I should not like
Myself to quit such company. In truth,
The Count of Leon is a merry lord.
There were some tilting jests, I warrant you,
Between him and your knight.
II:3:17 SOL.
O tell it me!
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The Count Alarcos, as I chanced to hear,
For tiptoe even would not let me see,
And that same Pedro, who has lately come
To Court, the Senor of Montilla's son,
He is so rough, and says a lady's page
Should only be where there are petticoats.
II:3:19 SOL.
Is he so rough? He shall be soundly whipped.
But tell me, child, the Count Alarcos --
II:3:20 PAGE.
Well,
The Count Alarcos -- but indeed, sweet lady,
I do not wish that Pedro should be whipped.
II:3:21 SOL.
He shall not then be whipped -- speak of the Count.
II:3:22 PAGE.
The Count was showing how your Saracen
Doth take your lion captive, thus and thus:
And fashioned with his scarf a dexterous noose
Made of a tiger's skin: your unicorn,
They say, is just as good.
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