Ah! they have gone.
(Cara. begins to cry. King turns and sees her.)
Hullo! Why how is this?
What, crying, daughter? Didn’t you dismiss
These silly men because they didn’t suit?
I do not understand it—I’m a brute!
Cara.—
Oh! dearest father (aside, Yes, I’ll tell,) my heart
Is sad beyond the power of suitor’s art;
I sigh for other things, and sigh again