II:3:33 SOL.
Marry, 'tis too much
E'en for a page's license. Ne'er you mind,
They shall to Prison by to-morrow's dawn.
I'll bind this kerchief round your brow, its scent
Will much revive you. Go, child, lie you down
On yonder couch.
II:3:34 PAGE.
I'm sure I ne'er can sleep
If Sancho of Toledo shall be sent
To-morrow's dawn to prison.
II:3:35 SOL.
Well, he's pardoned.
II:3:36 PAGE.
Also the Senor of Montilla's son,
II:3:37 SOL.
He shall be pardoned too. Now prithee sleep.
II:3:38 PAGE.
The young Count of Almeira --
II:3:39 SOL.
O no more.
They all are pardoned.
II:3:40 PAGE.
I do humbly pray
The Viscount of Jodar be pardoned too.
[Exit SOLISA.]
SCENE 4
A Banquet; the KING seated; on his right ALARCOS.
SIDONIA, LEON, the ADMIRAL OF CASTILLE, and other LORDS.
Groups of PAGES, CHAMBERLAINS, and SERVING-MEN.
II:4:1 The KING.
Would'st match them, cousin, 'gainst our barbs?
II:4:2 ALAR.
Against
Our barbs, Sir!
II:4:3 KING.
Eh, Lord Leon, you can scan
A courser's points?
II:4:4 LEON.
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