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SEBASTIAN OF PORTUGAL.
Sebast.Why then
Be glad. I tell thee that Sebastian lives!
Think thou on this—he lives! Should he return
—For he may yet return—and find the friend
In whom he trusted with such perfect trust
As should be heaven's alone—Mark'st thou my words?
—Should he then find this man, not girt and armed,
And watching o'er the heritage of his lord,
But, reckless of high fame and loyal faith,
Holding luxurious revels with his foes,
How wouldst thou meet his glance?
Sylv.As I do thine,
Keen though it be, and proud.
Sebast.Why thou dost quail
Before it, even as if the burning eye
Of the broad sun pursued thy shrinking soul
Through all its depths.
Sylv.Away! He died not there!
He should have died there, with the chivalry
