I hold seven thousand men to cover us, And ships in Cadiz port But then — the Prince Flatly declines to go. He lauds the French As true deliverers.
Go Fernando must \ . » .
0 my sweet friend, that we — our sole two selves — Could but escape and leave the rest to fate,
And in a western bower dream out our days ! — For the King's glass can run but briefly now, Shattered and shaken as his vigour is, — But ah — your love burns not in singleness ! Why, dear, caress josefa Tudo still? She does not solve her soul in yours as I. And why those others even more than her ? . . . How little own I in thee !
Such must be.
1 cannot quite forsake them. Don't forget The same scope has been yours in former years,
Yes, Love ; I know. I yield ! You cannot leave
But if you ever would bethink yourself How long I have been yours, how truly all Those otner pleasures were my desperate shifts To soften sorrow at your absences, You would be faithful to me !
True, my dear. — 229