In a saved brother's life, for all the tears,
The bitter tears and anguish this has caused me?
RASINGA (shaking her off).
Thy tears and anguish had been better comforted,
Had he a more successful spoiler proved.
[Turning fiercely on Juan de Creda, who now advances.]
And colleagues are of those who read good lore,
And speak like holy saints, and act like fiends.
By my brave father's soul, where'er it be,
Thou art a seemly suitor for such favour!
[Bursts away from them and exit.]
ARTINA.
Wilt thou not follow him?
JUAN.
While wreck of unroof'd cots and forest boughs,
And sand and rooted herbage whirl aloft,
Dark'ning the sky, bid the outrageous hurricane
Spare a rock-cresting palm.—But yet despair not;
I'll find a season. Let me lead thee hence.