The Conflict ; or Love, Honour and Pride a Heroic Comedy |
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The Conflict ; or Love, Honour and Pride | ||
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DON MANRIQUE, DON ALVAREZ, DON LOPEZ.D. MANRIQUE.
Which treats you best, Alvarez! Love or Fortune?
Can the Queen charm so near the bright Elvira?
D. ALVAREZ.
When I have won the Ring, I will declare.
D. LOPEZ.
'T is thought, that Carlos rivals you in both;
And gives you cause for jealousy's keen pangs.
D. ALVAREZ.
He makes more jealous than myself, I fear.—
D. LOPEZ.
Through pity, he should yield you one, or t'other,
Ending the contest, who shall make him King.
The fair Castile, and Arragon both wish it;
Two Queens, in beauty's prime, both sigh for Carlos.
D. ALVAREZ.
Then let that thought our lofty spirits humble:
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Love gives the palm, where justice might decree it.
D. MANRIQUE.
Yet you defy this idol of your praise.
D. ALVAREZ.
My Lord! my honour is distinct from pride:
Honour impels me to demand the Lists;
And pride alone could make me scorn brave Carlos.
D. MANRIQUE.
The Queen has order'd us to meet her here:
But, on what subject to confer, we know not.
This is a day of wonders and caprice;
But you, Alvarez! patient bear each change,
With calm indifference, and stoic apathy:
Whilst various torments rack my burning soul,
And love and pride, by turns, my bosom rule.
The Conflict ; or Love, Honour and Pride | ||