Gonzalez. Of mine, mine own,
Thinkest thou I spoke? When all is shed for thee,
Thou'lt know me better.
Sebastian (entering the palace.)
For awhile, farewell.Exit.
Gonzalez.
Thus Princes read men's hearts. Come, follow me,
And if a home is left me still, brave Zamor,
There will I bid thee welcome.Exeunt.
Scene IV.—A Hall within the Palace.
Sebastian—Sylveira.
Sylveira.
Whence art thou, stranger; what wouldst thou with me?
There is a fiery wildness in thy mien,
Startling and almost fearful.
Sebastian. From the stern
And vast, and desolate wilderness, whose lord
Is the fierce lion, and whose gentlest wind
Breathes of the tomb, and whose dark children make
The bow and spear their law, men bear not back
That smilingness of aspect, wont to mask
The secrets of their spirit, 'midst the stir
Of courts and cities. I have looked on scenes,
Boundless, and strange, and terrible; I have known
Sufferings, which are not in the shadowy scope
Of wild imagination; and these things
Have stamped me with their impress. Man of peace,
