“Ah, Maria, will you still keep me to my bargain?” answers Don Pedro, with a sigh.
“Yes,” quickly responds Maria, “I do, especially now that she is at large.”
“At large? I cannot believe it. But, Maria—Blanche, divorced and dishonoured, cannot harm you. I shall never set eyes on her again.”
“Yes, sire, but as long as she lives, she will raise up France against you.”
“And if she dies, do you think they will let me bide?”
“My sister,” puts in Don Garcia, “leave the matter to the judgment of the king. Urge him no more, I pray you, at a moment he has, by such a signal act of favour, named your child successor to the throne.”