But there are too many scruples, and my reason is alarmed at the
contempt of a choice so worthy; although to monarchs only my [proud]
birth may assign me, Rodrigo, with honor I shall live under thy laws.
After having conquered two kings, couldst thou fail in obtaining a
crown? And this great name of Cid, which thou hast just now won--does it
not show too clearly over whom thou art destined to reign?

He is worthy of me, but he belongs to Chimène; the present which I made
of him [to her], injures me. Between them, the death of a father has
interposed so little hatred, that the duty of blood with regret pursues
him. Thus let us hope for no advantage, either from his transgression or
from my grief, since, to punish me, destiny has allowed that love should
continue even between two enemies.


Scene III.--THE INFANTA and LEONORA.


_Infanta._ Whence [i.e. for what purpose] comest thou, Leonora?

_Leonora._ To congratulate you, dear lady, on the tranquillity which at
last your soul has recovered.

_Infanta._ From what quarter can tranquillity come [_lit._ whence should
this tranquillity come], in an accumulation of sorrow?

_Leonora._ If love lives on hope, and if it dies with it, Rodrigo can no
more charm your heart; you know of the combat in which Chimène involves
him; since he must die in it, or become her husband, your hope is dead
and your spirit is healed.