Tor. Not only that, but favour. Sancho's life,
Whether by virtue or design preserved,
Claims all within my power.
Leo. My prayers are heard;
And I have nothing farther to desire,
But Sancho's leave to authorise our marriage.
Tor. Oh! fear not him! pity and he are one;
So merciful a king did never live;
Loth to revenge, and easy to forgive.
But let the bold conspirator beware,
For heaven makes princes its peculiar care.[Exeunt.
Footnotes:
- Alluding to the common superstition, that the continuance of the favours of fairies depends upon the receiver's secrecy:—"This is fairy gold, boy, and 'twill prove so: up with it, keep it close; home, home, the nearest way. We are lucky, boy, and, to be so still, requires nothing but secrecy;" Winter's Tale.
- A red cross, with the words, "Lord have mercy upon us," was placed, during the great plague, upon the houses visited by the disease.
EPILOGUE.
BY A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S.
There's none, I'm sure, who is a friend to love,
But will our Friar's character approve:
The ablest spark among you sometimes needs