MARIANA. 'Tis gone-the storm has past. 'Twas but a bitter hail-shower, and the sun I'll hear confession. FIRMILIAN. And the penance, sweet— Make it no more than this. O balmy breath! [The scene closes. SCENE III. A Tavern. ALPHONZO D'AGUILAR, GARCIA PEREZ, ALONZO OLIVAREZ, and FIRMILIAN. PEREZ. You take it far too hotly, D'Aguilar— All men are fanciful in love, and beauty Is as abundant as the open air In every region of this bounteous world. You stand for Spanish beauty-what's your type? Dark hair, vermilion lips, an olive tint, A stately carriage, and a flashing eye, Go northward: there's your Dutchman-he prefers Pertaining chiefly to the lady's hair, The duller to her eyes. For my own part, I love variety. D'AGUILAR. And so do I, Within its proper bounds. No grander show Oh, could I sound a trump and bring them here, In one vast troop of valor and renown! The gay, light-hearted chivalry of France, The doughty English, and the hardy Scot, The fair and blushing beauties of the lands From the far Baltic to our inland sea. By him of Compostella! 'twere a field FIRMILIAN. I am not noble, and I'd rather die At peace in my own bed. But, D'Aguilar,- And pored upon the tomes of chivalry- Yea, I have heard of knights of old descent, Cross-hilted warriors, Paladins indeed, Who would have bartered all the boasted charms Of Europe's beauties, for one kindly glance Shot from the eyelids of a Paynim maid. D'AGUILAR. Firmilian, thou blasphemest! Never knight FIRMILIAN. Your pardon, Count! When English Richard bore Upon his bosom the Crusader's sign, And fought in Palestine, he laid his sword Upon the shoulder of a Moslem chief And dubbed him, knight. D'AGUILAR. The greater villain he! I've heard of that same Richard as a most Malignant child of Luther. FIRMILIAN. Have you so? |