Should be the conqueror’s guerdon.
3d Noble. ’Twas their boast
With what fond faith she worshipp’d still the name
Of the boy Conradin. How will the slaves
Brook this new triumph of their lords?
2d Noble. In sooth,
It stings them to the quick. In the full streets
They mix with our Provençals, and assume
A guise of mirth, but it sits hardly on them.
’Twere worth a thousand festivals to see