Infanta. You ought not, however, to dread him much. He is too much enamored to wish to displease you, and two words from thy lips would arrest his rage.
Chimène. If he does not obey me, what a consummation of my sorrow! And, if he can obey me, what will men say of him? being of such noble birth, to endure such an insult! Whether he yields to, or resists the passion which binds him to me, my mind can not be otherwise than either ashamed of his too great deference, or shocked at a just refusal.
Infanta. Chimène has a proud soul, and, though deeply interested, she cannot endure one base [lit. low] thought. But, if up to the day of reconciliation I make this model lover my prisoner, and I thus prevent the effect of his courage, will thine enamored soul take no umbrage at it?
Chimène. Ah! dear lady, in that case I have no more anxiety.
Scene IV.—The Infanta, Chimène, Leonora, and a Page.
Infanta. Page, seek Rodrigo, and bring him hither.
Page. The Count de Gormas and he——
Chimène. Good heavens! I tremble!
Infanta. Speak.
Page. From this palace have gone out together.