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SCENE SECOND.

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:
Though pride, and honour, storm with giant strength,
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.