The Duke of Lerma
You were not wounded then?

The Duke of Olmedo
Who said I was? Would the favorite of the king ruin me? And should I
be here, as you see me, if I were dead? (To Quinola) Stand close and
hold me up.

Quinola (to Fontanares)
This is a man worthy of your love.

Fontanares
Who would not envy such a one? Yet how seldom is occasion given to
show one's love.

Quinola
Spare us, good sir, all this rigmarole about love, in the presence of
the king; for the king, hark you--

A page
The King!

Fontanares
Come on, and let all our thoughts be for Marie!

Quinola (noticing that the Duke of Olmedo is fainting)
How are you? (He puts a flask to his nostrils.)


SCENE THIRTEENTH