And what?
III:2:29 KING.
To be his Sovereign's cherished friend,
And smiled on by the daughter of his King,
Why that might profit him, and please so much,
His wife's ill humour might be borne withal.
III:2:30 SOL.
You think him false?
III:2:31 KING.
I think he might be true:
But when a man's well placed, he loves not change.
[Enter at the back of the Scene Count ALARCOS disguised.
He advances, dropping his Hat and Cloak.]
Ah, gentle cousin, all our thoughts were thine.
III:2:32 ALAR.
I marvel men should think. Lady, I'll hope
Thy thoughts are like thyself, most fair.
III:2:33 KING.
Her thoughts
Are like her fortunes, lofty, but around
The peaks cling vapours.
III:2:34 ALAR.
Eagles live in clouds,
And they draw royal breath.
III:2:35 KING.
I'd have her quit,
This strange seclusion, cousin. Give thine aid
To festive purposes.
III:2:36 ALAR.
A root, an egg,
Why there's a feast with a holy mind.
III:2:37 KING.
If ever
I find my seat within a hermitage,
I'll think the same.
III:2:38 ALAR.
You have built shrines, sweet lady?
III:2:39 SOL.
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