_Egil._ Oh! I sink under gentleness like thine Thy sight is death to me; and yet ’tis dear. The gaudy trappings of assumptive state Drop, at the voice of nature, to the earth, Before thy feet—I cannot force myself To hate thee, to renounce thee; yet—Covilla! Yet—O distracting thought! ’tis hard to see, Hard to converse, with, to admire, to love, As from my soul I do, and must do, thee— One who hath robbed me of all pride and joy, All dignity, all fondness.—I adored [_After a pause_. Roderigo—he was brave, and in discourse Most voluble; the masses of his mind [_She walks about_, _and speaks by fits and abstractedly_. Were vast, but varied; now absorbed in gloom, Majestic, not austere; now their extent Opening, and waving in bright levity— _Jul._ Depart, my daughter—’twere as well to bear His presence as his praise {40}—go; she will dream This phantasm out, nor notice thee depart. [_She departs_. _Egil._ What pliancy! what tenderness! what life! O for the smiles of those who smile so seldom, The love of those who know no other love! Such he was, Egilona, who was thine. _Jul._ While he was worthy of the realm and thee. _Egil._ Can it be true, then, Julian, that thy aim Is sovranty? not virtue, nor revenge? _Jul._ I swear to heaven, nor I, nor child of mine, Ever shall mount to this polluted throne. _Egil._ Then am I still a queen. The savage Moor Who could not conquer Ceuta from thy sword, In his own country, not with every wile Of his whole race, not with his myriad crests Of cavalry, seen from the Calpian heights Like locusts on the parched and gleamy coast, Will never conquer Spain. _Jul._ Spain then was conquer’d When fell her laws before the traitor king. ACT II. SCENE 4. _Officer announces_ OPAS. O queen, the metropolitan attends On matters of high import to the state, And wishes to confer in privacy. [_Egilona_, _to Julian_. _Egil._ Adieu then; and whate’er betide the country, Sustain at least the honours of our house. [_Julian goes before Opas enters_. _Opas_. I cannot but commend, O Egilona, Such resignation and such dignity. Indeed he is unworthy; yet a queen Rather to look for peace, and live remote From cities, and from courts, and from her lord, I hardly could expect, in one so young, So early, widely, wondrously, admired. _Egil._ I am resolved: religious men, good Opas, In this resemble the vain libertine; They find in woman no consistency, No virtue but devotion, such as comes To infancy or age, or fear or love, Seeking a place of rest, and finding none, Until it soar to heaven.