[She departs.
Egil. What pliancy! what tenderness! what life!
O for the smiles of those who smile so seldom,
The love of those who know no other love!
Such he was, Egilona, who was thine.
Jul. While he was worthy of the realm and thee.
Egil. Can it be true, then, Julian, that thy aim
Is sovranty? not virtue, nor revenge?
Jul. I swear to heaven, nor I, nor child of mine,
Ever shall mount to this polluted throne.
Egil. Then am I still a queen. The savage Moor
Who could not conquer Ceuta from thy sword,
In his own country, not with every wile
Of his whole race, not with his myriad crests
Of cavalry, seen from the Calpian heights
Like locusts on the parched and gleamy coast,
Will never conquer Spain.
Jul. Spain then was conquer’d
When fell her laws before the traitor king.
ACT II. SCENE 4.
Officer announces Opas.
O queen, the metropolitan attends
On matters of high import to the state,
And wishes to confer in privacy.