Poor Charles or saw not, or refused to see,
How weak the reasoning of our hopes may be,
And said—“Dear uncle, I my king obey’d,
And for his glory’s sake the soldier play’d;
Now a like duty shall your nephew rule,
And for your vengeance I will play the fool.” 370
’Twas well; but ere they parted for repose,
A solemn oath must the engagement close.
“Swear to me, nephew, from the day you meet
This cruel girl, there shall be no deceit;