Don Car. My courage with my tortures is at strife,
Since my griefs cowards are, and dare not kill,
I'll try to vanquish and out-toil the ill.
Well, madam, now I'm something hardier grown:
Since I at last perceive you must be gone,
To venture the encounter I'll be bold; [Leads her to the door.
For certainly my heart will so long hold.
Farewell! be happy as you're fair and true.
Queen. And all Heaven's kindest angels wait on you!
[Exeunt Queen, Duchess of Eboli, Henrietta, and Garcia.
Don Car. Thus long I've wandered in love's crooked way,
By hope's deluded meteor led astray;
For, ere I've half the dangerous desert crossed,
The glimmering light's gone out, and I am lost. [Exit.
FOOTNOTES:
[12] Make blunt.
