Mont. Madam, this posture is for heaven designed, [Kneeling. And what moves heaven I hope may make you kind.
Alm. Heaven may be kind; the gods uninjured live.
And crimes below cost little to forgive:
By thee, inhuman, both my parents died;
One by thy sword, the other by thy pride.
Mont. My haughty mind no fate could ever bow, Yet I must stoop to one, who scorns me now: Is there no pity to my sufferings due?
Alm. As much as what my mother found from you.
Mont. Your mother's wrongs a recompence shall meet; I lay my sceptre at her daughter's feet.
Alm. He, who does now my least commands obey, Would call me queen, and take my power away.
Odm. Can he hear this, and not his fetters break?
Is love so powerful, or his soul so weak?
I'll fright her from it.—Madam, though you see
The king is kind, I hope your modesty
Will know, what distance to the crown is due.
Alm. Distance and modesty prescribed by you!
Odm. Almeria dares not think such thoughts as these.
Alm. She dares both think and act what thoughts she please. Tis much below me on his throne to sit; But when I do, you shall petition it.