Very love
Now makes me callous. The great bond is sealed;
Look bright; if gloomy, mortgage future bliss
For present comfort. Trust me 'tis good 'surance.
I'll to the King.
[Exeunt both.]
SCENE 3
A Street in Burgos.
[Enter the COUNT OF LEON, followed by ORAN.]
III:3:1 LEON.
He has been sighing like a Sybarite
These six weeks past, and now he sends to me
To hire my bravo. Well, that smacks of manhood.
He'll pierce at least one heart, if not the right one.
Murder and marriage! which the greater crime
A schoolman may decide. All arts exhausted,
His death alone remains. A clumsy course.
I care not. Truth, I hate this same Alarcos,
I think it is the colour of his eyes,
But I do hate him; and the royal ear
Lists coldly to me since this same return.
The King leans wholly on him. Sirrah Moor,
All is prepared?
III:3:2 ORAN.
And prompt.
III:3:3 LEON.
'Tis well; no boggling;
Let it be cleanly done.
III:3:4 ORAN.
A stab or two,
And the Arlanzon's wave shall know the rest.
III:3:5 LEON.
I'll have to kibe his heels at Court, if you fail.
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