University of Virginia Library

Scene I.

King, Infanta; and Cimena.
KING.
It seems Cimena, you have no room left
In this hard heart of yours for him that loves you,
Must a King live and die in the same fetters?
Were I a private man you'd be ingratefull
To hate me, 'cause I love you, howsoever
You were too blame to use Don Sancho so.
Comming from me, and offering my service
He might deserve a kinder entertainment
Civility would require so much; and though
He had displeas'd you, courting you for me
Duty should have made good your want of love.

CIM.
I cannot tell, sir, what has raisd your anger,
Nor how Don Sancho has describ'd me to you:
But certainly, no vanity of mine
Did make me to forget my duty to you:
And my refusall of the soveraigne title
Shew'd my respect, and not my cruelty,
Don Sancho perhaps might be displeas'd,
But his discourse mov'd me to what I said,
Since he durst call to minde my fathers murder
(A wound still bleeding in my memory.)

K.
If thou hast yet a feeling of this grief
Both for thy honour, and content Cimena
Tis fit thou banish from thy kinder thoughts
The Author of it, nor does he now beare
The same affection to thee which he did;
When he left thee hee left his first intentions
And having chang'd his climate, chang'd his love,
Seriffas beauty is the mark he aymes at,
Who once thy enemy, is now thy rivall.
I'me sure he's much engag'd to this Jnfanta,
But if he were not, yet the services
My father had from all his Family
Designe for him the Infanta of Castile.