Gip.
And yet a husband he,
And many tears thou ’lt see!
Car. (Aside) A friend—a husband—and a fall!
Gip. Shall I read for her majesty?
Lopez. She has peeped into Fate’s urn, madam, I assure you!
Car. Nay, I ’m content. What I choose for myself I will abide, and what I choose not is the gift of God and I ’ll abide that too!
Prince Zichy. I congratulate you! Majesty is not always able to show such noble indifference to the future, and lesser mortals—never!
Gip. Please the stars, may I read for you, sir?
Prince Zichy. I give you a proxy,—Senor Ignacio. If the fortune be fair, I take it, if not, I leave it with him.