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SCENE II.
INFANTA. LEONORA.INFANTA.
Is it to me you come now Leonora?
LEONORA.
Madame, I come to testifie the joy
I feele, to see your heart at rest.
INFANTA.
My heart?
Can rest come to a heart that's fill'd with griefes?
LEONORA.
If love doe live on hope, and dye with it,
Roderigo cannot trouble you any longer,
You know the Combat where he is ingag'd
By his Cimena, there he must or dye,
Or be her husband, but what ever happen,
Whether he live, or dye, your hope is dead.
INFANTA.
But how canst thou assure me it is dead,
If upon these conditions Roderigo
Doe entertaine the Combat, have not I
Inventions enough to breake it off?
Can teach the wits of lovers many slights.
LEONORA.
Hope you to breed a discontent between 'um,
Which a Fathers death cannot. Cimena shewes
By her conduct of this affaire, that hate
Causes not her pursuite, 'tis true sh' has got
The Combat graunted, but to take her part
Whom has she chosen, not an expert man,
Or one already famous for his actions.
Don Sancho serves her turne, who till this time
Did never put on armes; she loves in him
His small experience. This her suddaine choise
Must make you see, she sought for such a Combat
As might enforce her duty to be silent,
And yet assure Roderigo's conquest.
INFANTA.
I see it well enough, and yet my heart
Strives with Cimena's, who shal most adore him,
What had I best resolve on, Leonora?
LEONORA.
Madam, bethink your selfe of whom y'are borne,
A King, heav'n owes you, and you love a subject.
INFANTA.
No, no, my thoughts are off from their first object,
I love not Roderigo as a Gentleman,
Hee that I love now, is the Valiant CID,
The Maister of two Kings. And yet I meane
T'orecome my selfe, not for the feare of blame,
But that I won't disturbe so faire a flame,
And though they would now crown him, yet I should not
Resume the guift which I have giv'n another
Is certaine, let's goe give him to Cimena.
And thou that know'st how far my love has run,
Come, see me finish what I have begun.
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