Queen. What pains? what racks? [Approaching.
King. Avoid, and touch me not!
I see thee foul, all one incestuous blot;
Thy broken vows are in thy guilty face.
Queen. Have I then in your pity left no place?
King. Oh! thus it was you drew me in before,
With promises you ne'er would see him more.
But now your subtlest wiles too weak are grown;
I've gotten freedom, and I'll keep my own.
Queen. May you be ever free! But can your mind
Conceive that any ill was here designed?
He hither came, only that he might show
Obedience, and be reconciled to you.
You saw his humble, dutiful address.
King. But you beforehand signed the happy peace.
Re-enter Duchess of Eboli.
O princess, thank you for the care you take.
Tell me, how got this monster entrance? speak.
D. of Eboli. Heaven witness 'twas without my knowledge done.
Ruy-Gom. No, she had other business of her own.