To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.[93]
King. Prodigious bold request.
Queen. Be still, my soul.[94] [Aside.
Thumb. My heart is at the threshold of your mouth,[95]
And waits its answer there.——Oh! do not frown.
I've try'd to reason's tune to tune my soul,
But love did overwind and crack the string.
Though Jove in thunder had cry'd out, you shan't,
I should have loved her still——for oh, strange fate,
Then when I loved her least I loved her most!