MANRIQUE. Know'st thou me not?
GARCERAN. Yes, and myself as well. But there be duties
Which even a father's rights do not outweigh.
MANRIQUE. Look in my eye! He cannot bear to do it!
Two sons I lose on this unhappy day.
(_To the _QUEEN.)
Will you not go?
QUEEN. I would, but cannot. Yes,
I surely can, by Heaven, for I must.
(To GARCERAN.)
Although your office an unknightly one,
I thank you that you do it faithfully;
'Twere death to see—but I can go and suffer—
If you should meet your master ere the eve,
Say, to Toledo I returned—alone.
[The QUEEN and her suite go out.]
GARCERAN. Woe worth the chance that chose this day of all,
To bring me home—from war to worse than war!