III:2:7 KING.
'Tis thyself
That does thyself injustice. Let the world
Have other speculation than the breach
Of our unfilled vows. They bear too near
And fine affinity to what we would,
Ay, what we will. I would not choose this moment,
Men brood too curiously upon the cause
Of the late rupture, for the cause detected
May bar the consequence.
III:2:8 SOL.
A day, an hour
Sufficed to crush me. Weeks and weeks pass on
Since I was promised right.
III:2:9 KING.
Take thou my sceptre
And do thyself this right. Is't, then, so easy?
III:2:10 SOL.
Let him who did the wrong, contrive the means
Of his atonement.
III:2:11 KING.
All a father can,
I have performed.
III:2:12 SOL.
Ah! then there is no hope.
The Bishop of Ossuna, you did say
He was the learnedest clerk of Christendom,
And you would speak to him?
III:2:13 KING.
What says Alarcos?
III:2:14 SOL.
I spoke not to him since I first received
His princely pledge.
III:2:15 KING.
Call on him to fulfil it.
III:2:16 SOL.
Can he do more than kings?
III:2:17 KING.
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