[He looks back and laughs.
Ha! Like a loosened thunderbolt she stoops!...
Could you but see! Amazing!
Who-whoop! She flies too hard ... who-whoop!—and cannot hold:
’Tis death, but so impetuous in the dealing
Her quarry is struck down. [Turning again.
Señor Don Pedro,
My vehement gyr-falcon loses me
Her quarry in your ditch....
DON PEDRO.
CESARE.
No, leave it—that were tame!
[With a profound sigh he holds out the lure to which at last the falcon comes; then he gives the bird to Juanito, who ties her on the screen-perch.
Is the sun setting?—Vespers from the Church
Of San Lorenzo!
[To Don Pedro.] We are gratified
By this long visit, for the course of things
Is brought by you in current to our eyrie,
Clear up from life upon your voice.
We may not
Detain you longer.
DON PEDRO.
But I exult, Don Cesar
De Borjà, in the converse of a man
Who held the crown of Mars in Italy.
There is lifting of the heart and joy of blood
When you recount....