To his Birth-right, and the Honours he was born to,
Than grieve at his good Fortune.
Jac.
Grieve, Octavio?
I would resign my Essence, that he were
As happy as my love could fashion him,
Though every blessing that should fall on him,
Might prove a curse to me: my sorrow springs
Out of my fear and doubt he is not safe.
I am acquainted with Don Henrique's nature,