+Asc.+ Not for a diamond Big as our Apennine. She's heavenly fair; And, had not nature plac'd her in a throne, Her beauty yet bears so much majesty, It would have forc'd the world to throw itself A captive at her feet. [_The +Queen+ wakes._] But see, she moves! I feel a flame within me, which doth burn Too near my heart; and 'tis the first that ever Did scorch me there. +San.+ Madam, here's that brave soldier Which reinforc'd the army of Castile: His name as yet unknown. +Asc.+ And must be so. Nor did I merit name before this hour In which I serve your majesty. Enjoy The fortune of my sword, your liberty; And, since your rebel subjects have denied Obedience, here receive it from us strangers. +Queen.+ I know not, sir, to whom I owe the debt, But find how much I stand oblig'd. +Asc.+ You owe it To your own virtue, madam, and that care Heaven had to keep part of itself on earth Unruin'd. When I saw the soldier fly, Sent hither from Castile to force your rescue, Their general hurt almost to death, I urg'd Them with the memory of their former deeds, Deeds famed in war; and so far had my voice (Speaking your name) power to confirm their spirits, That they return'd with a brave fury, and Yield you up now your humbled[280] Arragon. +Queen.+ My ignorance doth still perplex me more: And to owe thanks, yet not to know to whom, Nor how to express a gratitude, will cloud The glory of your victory, and make Me miserable however. +Asc.+ I must penance My blood with absence, for it boils too high. [_Aside._ When we have order'd your affairs, my name Shall take an honour from your knowledge, madam. +Queen.+ You have corrected me. Sir, we'll expect The hour yourself shall name, when we may serve. +Asc.+ I'm conquer'd in my victory! But I'll try A new assault, and overcome or die. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [275] A sort of parody on the exclamation of Pistol in "Henry V.," act ii. sc. 1-- "Base is the slave that pays!" Mr Steevens, in a note on the passage, points out a similar expression in Heywood's "Fair Maid of the West."--_Collier._ [276] _i.e._, Thine interpreter. _Trucheman_, Fr. See Cotgrave.--_Steevens._ The word is not very common in our old writers, but it is found [in two or three plays printed in the present series, and] in a passage quoted in "England's Parnassus," 1600, [from Greene's "Menaphone," 1589]-- "Seld speaketh love, but sighes his secret paines; Teares are his _truch-men_; words do make him tremble." Again, in Whetstone's "Heptameron," 1582: "For he that is the _Troucheman_ of a stranger's tongue may well declare his meaning, but yet shall marre the grace of his tale."--_Collier._ [In "England's Parnasaus," 1600, is the following line from James I.'s "Essayes of a Prentise," 1584--