stronger [feeling], love, by a happy bridal, extinguish this discord.

_Chimène._ I desire it may be so, more than I expect it. Don Diego is
too proud, and I know my father. I feel tears flow, which I wish to
restrain; the past afflicts me, and I fear the future.

_Infanta._ What dost thou fear? Is it the impotent weakness of an old
man?

_Chimène._ Rodrigo has courage.

_Infanta._ He is too young.

_Chimène._ Courageous men become so [i.e. courageous] at once.

_Infanta._ You ought not, however, to dread him much. He is too much
enamored to wish to displease you, and two words from thy lips would
arrest his rage.

_Chimène._ If he does not obey me, what a consummation of my sorrow!
And, if he can obey me, what will men say of him? being of such noble
birth, to endure such an insult! Whether he yields to, or resists the
passion which binds him to me, my mind can not be otherwise than either
ashamed of his too great deference, or shocked at a just refusal.

_Infanta._ Chimène has a proud soul, and, though deeply interested, she
cannot endure one base [_lit._ low] thought. But, if up to the day of
reconciliation I make this model lover my prisoner, and I thus prevent
the effect of his courage, will thine enamored soul take no umbrage at
it?