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With a white mantle o'er him cast,
Flung loosely to the air,
O'er which the collar and red cross
His dignity declare;
And cap of crimson velvet girt
His brows, whereon unfold
The winds the feathers' snowy plumes,
And tassels bound with gold.

All pale as death, the furious King
His brother saw from far,
When on the plaza entering first,
And fix'd as statues are,
Awhile he stood upon the floor,
And from his angry eyes
Seem'd burning horrid lightning thence
In flashes to arise.
But starting soon, himself around
He turn'd the room to leave,
As if he would some welcome guest
Right affably receive.
When thus Padillia saw him turn,
Her heart beyond relief
Of anguish full, and countenance
So beauteous mark'd with grief,
She rose, and to the balcony
Went troubled, by the square,