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SCENE IV.
Don Sancho.DIE.
Your Majesty has no cause of further trouble,
See where he is.
K.
Oh Don Sancho welcome,
What says Cimena?
SAN.
All that rigour can
All that disdain and scorn does usually
Inspire proud spirits with, that cruell faire
Permitted to her tongue, my gentle words
Were spent in vain; the Northern wind would sooner
Has made her to all else inexorable
Nor can we hope to treat with her again.
As for a Crown, Scepter, or any greatnesse
They seem but to stirre up her anger more.
K.
What? will she be so cruell to her King?
I must abate the pride of that fierce humour,
And my resentment of t shall make her see
That Princes must be treated otherwise:
But these scorns her, Ile turn into her shame:
And Cid whom she believes her own already,
Shall as well fail her hopes, as she has mine
When a more worthy object shall invite him
To change his love, and his disdains of her
Shall revenge hers of me.
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