giulio.
Thus? (Plays.)
carlos.
The same.
giulio sings.
The chase was done, the feast was begun,
When the monarch sate proudly high;
And the revelry rode on the wind afar,
As it swept from the darkening sky.
No lordly guest——
Enter Bertrand.
carlos.
Welcome. I grew oppress'd from thy long absence—
But why that heavy, that disquieted brow?
Some choler, scarce dismiss'd, hath moved thee!
bertrand.
The Duke—
carlos.
Didst thou complain to him
Touching my wrong?