SCENE IV.
Enter Leonora and Carlos by opposite sides.
CARLOS.
Whate'er my humble service may perform.
How fare you after this most dismal shock?
LEONORA.
In one dire tempest lost. And, noble Carlos,
Grief triumphs over pride, when even to thee,
Though knowing well thy friendly worth, I own it.
He was—I mean Henriquez—Oh! he was
To me most strangely alter'd ere this stroke.
CARLOS.
The undiminish'd empire of his heart
Beyond the usual term of bridegroom weakness.
It could not be.
LEONORA.
Sickness did yesterday for many hours
Confine him to his chamber; yet in vain
Did I entreat admittance—I who used
To soothe his saddest hours, if any sad
Could pass when I was near him.—
And now again he is shut up alone,
And has refused to see me. Worthy Carlos,
