Before whose heavenly hues all sorrow disappears.”
Neither does she betray any foreboding in consequence of the storm that ushers in her wedding-day. The bridegroom, on the contrary, peevishly exclaims:
“A sorry day for our solemnities!
I kiss this crucifix. Avert the omen,
Most holy James of Compostella!”
He does not see in this conjugal union
“The cloud-compelling harbinger of love.”
The “omen” is not unfelt, though, by some of the spectators, particularly when Doctor Sandys gives tongue about it. The wedding-scene is simple enough. The queen says, very prettily, when Philip offers a diamond ring:
“Nay, my lord:
I would be wed, like any other maiden,