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My most gracious liege,
This morn to thee I did my fealty pledge.
Believe me, Sire, I did so with clear breast,
And with no thought to thee and to thy line
But fit devotion.
II:4:27 KING.
O, I know it well,
I know thou art right true. Mine eyes are moist
To see thee here again.
II:4:28 ALAR.
It is my post,
Nor could I seek another.
II:4:29 KING.
Thou dost know
That Hungary leaves us?
II:4:30 ALAR.
I was grieved to hear
There were some crosses.
II:4:31 KING.
Truth, I am not grieved.
Is it such joy this fair Castillian realm,
This glowing flower of Spain, be rudely plucked
By a strange hand? To see our chambers filled
With foreign losels; our rich fiefs and abbeys
The prey of each bold scatterling, that finds
No heirship in his country? Have I lived
And laboured for this end, to swell the sails
Of alien fortunes? O my gentle cousin,
There was a time we had far other hopes!
I suffer for my deeds.
II:4:32 ALAR.
We must forget,
We must forget, my liege.
II:4:33 KING.
Is't then so easy?
Thou hast no daughter.
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