The soldiers. That one turn of Fortune’s wheel
Years of half-buried memory should reveal!
Viol. Could I believe that crime should ever be
So amiable! How fancy with us plays,
And with one touch colours our future days!
[Exeunt severally.
Scene II.—An Audience Hall in the Palace of Pedro, King of Arragon.
Enter Don Lope de Urrea and Don Guillen.
Guil. Such bosom friends, sir, as from infancy