Oni. Your soldiers speak his glory even with wonder.
Vel. The ignorant are prone to it: but, sir,
I think in our whole army there fought none
But who had equal spirit. Fortune may
Bestow success according to her dotage:
I answer not for that.
San. This is pure Castile.
But what is his birth, country, quality,
And whither is he bound?
Vel. I seldom trouble
My language with vain questions. Some report
(It not imports who are the authors) that
His country's Sicily, his name Ascanio
(Or else some sound like that): that he's a lord
(But what's an island-lord?) and that he came
Into our continent to learn men and manners:
And well he might; for the all-seeing sun
Beholds no nation fiercer in attempt,
More staid in counsel.
Oni. He's of a brave presence:
I never saw more majesty in youth;
Nor never such bold courage in a face
So fashion'd to delight.
San. The queen commends him
Almost with wonder.
Vel. Did the queen regard
A man unknown?
Oni. His merits spoke his worth,
And well might challenge a particular eye.
San. But his, as if in that dumb oratory
He hoped to talk all the history of love,
Still fix'd upon her.
Vel. Your most humble servant. [Exit Velasco.