He challenged
The outposts of the Count of Lérin....
LUCREZIA.
That
Is nothing now—foregone! Speak but of him;
The moment, my extremity.
JUANITO.
We lost him;
His horse affrighted galloped on the blast;
He disappeared beneath us where the lea
Broke to ravine: we heard the hoofs beneath us,
And cries of fierce pursuit ... but all was darkness.
[He weeps bitterly.
LUCREZIA.
Yes, weep, weep—it is well!
Now speak of him.
JUANITO.
Dawn found me tangled by the night, and crying
In the alien, stone wilderness, a captive.
They brought his arms,
His sparkling arms; they questioned of the Prince
Who wore them.