I, and only I, neglect it;
My cheek is fire, that I should ever dare
To do this stealthy deed.
IV:3:6 SIDO.
And yet I feel
I could do one as secret and more bold.
A moment, lady; do not turn away
With that cold look.
IV:3:7 COUN.
My children wait me, sir;
Yet I would thank you, for you meant me kindness.
IV:3:8 SIDO.
And mean it yet. Ah! beauteous Florimonde,
It is the twilight hour, when hearts are soft,
And mine is like the quivering light of eve;
I love thee!
IV:3:9 COUN.
And for this I'm here, and he,
He is not false! O happiness!
IV:3:10 SIDO.
Sweet lady --
IV:3:11 COUN.
My Lord Sidonia, I can pardon thee,
I am so joyful.
IV:3:12 SIDO.
Nay, then.
IV:3:13 COUN.
Unhand me, Sir!
IV:3:14 SIDO.
But to embrace this delicate waist. Thou art mine:
I've sighed and thou hast spurned. What is not yielded
In war we capture. Ere a flying hour,
Thy hated Burgos vanishes. That voice;
What, must I stifle it, who fain would listen
For ever to its song? In vain thy cry,
For none are here but mine.
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