As oftentimes an eagle, when the sun
Throws o’er the varying earth his early ray,
Stands solitary, stands immoveable
Upon some highest cliff, and rolls his eye,
Clear, constant, unobservant, unabased,
In the cold light, above the dews of morn.
Act 5. Scene 2.
Parts of this tragedy are as fine in their kind as any thing which can be found in the whole compass of English poetry.
Juan de Mena places Count Julian with Orpas, the renegado Archbishop of Seville, in the deepest pit of hell.
No buenamente te puedo callar