To make dispersal of a broken foe:
I shall propose a greater enterprise;
I’ll say ’Thou wilt not grudge to sweep the bounds
Of the fair realm, whose heiress thou wouldst wed.
Make we this compact—Win me Ceuta back
And drive the idolaters across the sea,
Ere thou take home my daughter for thy queen.’
Al. But doth Morocco, sire, know I am here?
K. Nay, nor myself knew, when I sent for thee,
How ’twould fall out: ’twas timed most happily.