Don Car. Sure nobler gallantry was never known!
Good Heaven! this blessing is too much for one:
No, 'tis enough for me to die alone.
My father, all my foes, I now forgive.
Queen. Nay, sir, by all our loves I charge you live.
But to what country wheresoe'er you go,
Forget not me, for I'll remember you.
Don Car. Shall I such virtue and such charms forget?
No, never!
Queen. Oh that we had never met,
But in our distant climates still been free!
I might have heard of you, and you of me:
So towards happiness more safely moved,
And never been thus wretched, yet have loved.
What makes you look so wildly? Why d'ye start?
Don Car. A faint cold damp is thickening round my heart.
Queen. What shall we do?
Don Car. Do anything but part;
Or stay so long till my poor soul expires
In view of all the glory it admires.
D. of Eboli. In such a lover how might I be blest!
Oh! were I of that noble heart possessed,
How soft, how easy would I make his bands! [Aside.
But, madam, you forget the king's commands:
[To the Queen.
Longer to stay, your dangers will renew.