Don John. I know you're her I love, what should I more
Regard?
D. of Eboli. [Aside.] By Heaven, he's brave!—
But can so poor
A thought possess your breast, to think that I
Will brand my name with lust and infamy?
Don John. Those who are noblest born should higher prize
Love's sweets. Oh! let me fly into those eyes!
There's something in them leads my soul astray:
As he who in a necromancer's glass
Beholds his wished-for fortune by him pass,
Yet still with greedy eyes
Pursues the vision as it glides away.
D. of Eboli. Protect me, Heaven! I dare no longer stay;
Your looks speak danger; I feel something too
That bids me fly, yet will not let me go. [Half aside.
Don John. Take vows and prayers if ever I prove false.
See at your feet the humble Austria falls. [Kneels.
D. of Eboli. Rise, rise. [Don John rises.] My lord, why would you thus deceive? [Sighs.
Don John. How many ways to wound me you contrive!
Speak, wouldst thou have an empire at thy feet?
Say, wouldst thou rule the world? I'll conquer it.
D. of Eboli. No; above empire far I could prize you,
If you would be but—
Don John. What?
D. of Eboli. For ever true.