KING. How mean you, lady fair?
QUEEN. Gone is the evil picture from his neck.
KING. I'll fetch it, then.
[He takes a few steps toward the door at the side, and then stands still.]
QUEEN. O God, this madness still!
MANRIQUE. We know full well, how much we, Sire, have erred—
Most greatly, that we did not leave to thee
And thine own honor thy return to self!
But, Sire, the time more pressing was than we.
The country trembled, and at all frontiers
The foemen challenged us to ward our land.
KING. And foemen must be punished—is't not so?
Ye warn me rightly; I am in their midst.
Ho, Garceran!
GARCERAN. Thou meanest me, O Sire?
KING. Yea, I mean thee! Though me thou hast betrayed,
Thou wert my friend. Come to me then, I say,
And tell me what thou think'st of her within!
Her—whom thou help'dst to slay—of that anon.
What thoughtst thou of her while she still did live?
GARCERAN. O Sire, I thought her fair.