_Al._ I am nought that is not thine: only thy hope I cannot share. _Fer._ How canst thou love and fear? 1470 See, I can teach thee how to trust in love Now with this kiss. _Re-enter King, Tarudante, and Sala._ _Al._ (_seeing K._). Away! My father! my father! _K._ What see I? _Sa._ (_aside_). Now could I slay him. _K._ (_to Tar._). These white-faced Christians Have most uncultured manners. (_To F._) By my soul, Prince Ferdinand, thou usest thy liberty With small restraint. (_To S._) Sala, conduct the prince Into the dungeon tower: see him there locked. _Tar._ (_aside_). ’Tis as I thought. _K._ Begone, I say: my passion Brooks not his presence. [_Exit Sala with Ferdinand._ _Tar._ (_aside_). But what word for her, The greater culprit? _K._ (_to Al._). As for thee, my daughter, 1480 Retire thou too. Thy blush cannot be cured But by this felon’s punishment. Moreover, Thou dost not well to walk even in these grounds Unveiled without attendant. [_Exit Almeh._ _Tar._ (_aside_). ’Tis well said, Without attendant. (_To K._) With us, your majesty, The women all go veiled. _K._ And so with us The custom is approved, and general. But license hath been granted to my daughter And her attendants, when within the walls. Nor wilt thou find her modesty is touched 1490 By such concession. As for Ferdinand, Thou shalt decree his punishment. _Tar._ Nay, sire; I shall not ask that. I have here a letter Writ by my father, urging my return: He needs my troops. I look for your permission To take my leave to-night. As for the matter Which brought me here, the services already Rendered your majesty have given me Much pleasure, as the recital will my father, And should confirm our friendship. I confess 1500 ’Tis disappointment to me that the league Cannot be knit by marriage, and to have seen The princess hath much sharpened my regret. Could she have loved me, I had held myself Not so unworthy of her grace. _K._ Stay, stay. Pray misinterpret not this fool’s presumption As her consent. _Tar._ O nay. _K._ I see thou’rt wronged. I bear thee no ill-will for thy resentment: I should feel shame for thee wert thou not shamed: But all shall be atoned for: the unbeliever 1510 Shall pay full penalty. Thou shalt decree it. _Tar._ Might that rest with me, I’d be quit of him; Deal courteously, and send him home to Spain To wive among his kin. _K._ Be not so hasty. Make not so much of this. I promise thee All shall be well. Stay, prince, and Ferdinand Shall lose his head this very day. _Tar._ Your majesty Mistakes me; I cannot sue. My troops are warned.