[Covilla goes.
Egi. What pliancy! what tenderness! what life!
Oh 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.
Egi. Can it be true, then, Julian, that thy aim
Is sovereignty? not virtue, nor revenge?
Jul. I swear to Heaven, nor I nor child of mine
Ever shall mount to this polluted throne.
Egi. 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 conquered
When fell her laws before the traitor king.
SECOND ACT: FOURTH SCENE.
Officer announces Opas.
O queen, the metropolitan attends
On matters of high import to the state,
And wishes to confer in privacy.