SCENE IX.
Denis Florence MacCarthy translation · Edition 2
BASILIUS, ESTRELLA and Attendants, SIGISMUND, ASTOLFO, and CLOTALDO.
BASILIUS. Swords flashing here!—
ESTRELLA [aside]. Astolfo is engaged: — Oh, pain severe!
BASILIUS. What caused this quarrel? Speak, say why?
ASTOLFO. 'Tis nothing now, my lord, since thou art by.
SIGISMUND. 'Tis much, although thou now art by, my lord. I wished to kill this old man with my sword.
BASILIUS. Did you not then respect These snow-white hairs?
CLOTALDO. My lord will recollect They scarce deserved it, being mine.
SIGISMUND. Who dares To ask of me do I respect white hairs? Your own some day My feet may trample in the public way, For I have not as yet revenged my wrong, Your treatment so unjust and my sad state so long. [Exit.]
BASILIUS. But ere that dawn doth break, You must return to sleep, where when you wake All that hath happened here will seem — As is the glory of the world — a dream.
[Exeunt The King, CLOTALDO, and Attendants.]
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