Don Curio (to himself). Freaks! freaks! But what if they have sav'd from bursting
The swelling heart of one, whose Cup of Hope
Was savagely dash'd down—even from his lips?— 245
Permitted just to see the face of War,
Then like a truant boy, scourgd home again
One Field my whole Campaign! One glorious Battle
To madden one with Hope!—Did he not pause
Twice in the fight, and press me to his breastplate, 250
And cry, that all might hear him, Well done, brother!
No blessed Soul, just naturalized in Heaven,
Pac'd ever by the side of an Immortal
More proudly, Henry! than I fought by thine—
Shame on these tears!—this, too, is boyish anger! [Exit. 255
Earl Henry and Sandoval return to the front of the stage.
Earl Henry. I spake more harshly to him, than need was.
Sandoval. Observ'd you how he pull'd his beaver down—
Doubtless to hide the tears, he could not check.
Earl Henry. Go, sooth [sic] him, Friend!—And having reach'd the Castle
Gain Oropeza's private ear, and tell her 260
Where you have left me.
(As Sandoval is going)
Nay, stay awhile with me.
I am too full of dreams to meet her now.
Sandoval. You lov'd the daughter of Don Manrique?
Earl Henry. Loved?