ACT II.
SCENE I.—The Queen's Antechamber.
Enter Alphonso and Pedro.
Alph. When saw you my Lorenzo?
Ped. I had a glimpse of him; but he shot by me,
Like a young hound upon a burning scent;
He's gone a harlot-hunting.
Alph. His foreign breeding might have taught him better.
Ped. 'Tis that has taught him this.
What learn our youth abroad, but to refine
The homely vices of their native land?
Give me an honest home-spun country clown
Of our own growth; his dulness is but plain,
But theirs embroidered; they are sent out fools,
But come back fops.
Alph. You know what reasons urged me;
But now, I have accomplished my designs,
I should be glad he knew them. His wild riots
Disturb my soul; but they would sit more close,
Did not the threatened downfal of our house,
403 In Torrismond, o'erwhelm my private ills.
Enter Bertran, attended, and whispering with a Courtier, aside.
Bert. I would not have her think, he dared to love her;
If he presume to own it, she's so proud,
He tempts his certain ruin.
Alph. [To Ped.] Mark how disdainfully he throws his eyes on us.
Our old imprisoned king wore no such looks.