_Leo._ Some solitary cloister will I chuse, And there with holy virgins live immured: Coarse my attire, and short shall be my sleep, Broke by the melancholy midnight bell. Now, Raymond, now be satisfied at last: Fasting and tears, and penitence and prayer, Shall do dead Sancho justice every hour. _Raym._ [_Aside._] By your leave, manhood! [_Wipes his eyes._ _Tor._ He weeps! now he is vanquished. _Raym._ No: 'tis a salt rheum, that scalds my eyes. _Leo._ If he were vanquished, I am still unconquered. I'll leave you in the height of all my love, Even when my heart is beating out its way, And struggles to you most. Farewell, a last farewell, my dear, dear lord! Remember me!--speak, Raymond, will you let him? Shall he remember Leonora's love, And shed a parting tear to her misfortunes? _Raym._ [_Almost crying._] Yes, yes, he shall; pray go. _Tor._ Now, by my soul, she shall not go: why, Raymond, Her every tear is worth a father's life. Come to my arms, come, my fair penitent! Let us not think what future ills may fall. But drink deep draughts of love, and lose them all. [_Exeunt_ TOR. _with the Queen._ _Raym._ No matter yet, he has my hook within him. Now let him frisk and flounce, and run and roll, And think to break his hold; he toils in vain. This love, the bait he gorged so greedily, Will make him sick, and then I have him sure. _Enter_ ALPHONSO _and_ PEDRO. _Alph._ Brother, there's news from Bertran; he desires Admittance to the king, and cries aloud,-- This day shall end our fears of civil war!-- For his safe conduct he entreats your presence, And begs you would be speedy. _Raym._ Though I loath The traitor's sight, I'll go. Attend us here. [_Exit._ _Enter_ GOMEZ, ELVIRA, DOMINICK, _with Officers, to make the Stage as full as possible._ _Ped._ Why, how now, Gomez? what mak'st thou here, with a whole brotherhood of city-bailiffs? Why, thou look'st like Adam in Paradise, with his guard of beasts about him. _Gom._ Ay, and a man had need of them, Don Pedro; for here are the two old seducers, a wife and priest,--that's Eve and the serpent,--at my elbow. _Dom._ Take notice how uncharitably he talks of churchmen. _Gom._ Indeed, you are a charitable belswagger! My wife cried out,-- "Fire, fire!" and you brought out your church-buckets, and called for engines to play against it. _Alph._ I am sorry you are come hither to accuse your wife; her education has been virtuous, her nature mild and easy. _Gom._ Yes! she's easy, with a vengeance; there's a certain colonel has found her so. _Alph._ She came a spotless virgin to your bed. _Gom._ And she's a spotless virgin still for me--she's never the worse for my wearing, I'll take my oath on't. I have lived with her with all the innocence of a man of threescore, like a peaceable bed-fellow as I am. _Elv._ Indeed, sir, I have no reason to complain of him for disturbing of my sleep.