III:2:55 ALAR.
O my soul,
Is this the being for whose love I've pledged
Even thy forfeit!
III:2:56 SOL.
Alarcos, dear Alarcos,
Look not so stern! I'm mad; yes, yes, my life
Upon thy truth; I know thou'rt true: he said
It rested but with thee; I said it not,
Nor thought it.
III:2:57 ALAR.
Lady!
III:2:58 SOL.
Not that voice!
III:2:59 ALAR.
I'll know
Thy thought; the King hath spoken?
III:2:60 SOL.
Words of joy
And madness. With thyself alone he says
It rests.
III:2:61 ALAR.
Nor said he more?
III:2:62 SOL.
It had found me deaf,
For he touched hearings quick.
III:2:63 ALAR.
Thy faith in me
Hath gone.
III:2:64 SOL.
I'll doubt our shrined miracles
Before I doubt Alarcos.
III:2:65 ALAR.
He'll believe thee,
For at this moment he has much to endure,
And that he could not.
III:2:66 SOL.
And yet I must choose
This time to vex thee. O, I am the curse
And blight of the existence, which to bless
Is all my thought! Alarcos, dear Alarcos,
I pray thee pardon me.
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