I:2:17 COUN.
Hast thou still foes

I:2:18 ALAR.
I trust so; I should not be what I am,
Still less what I will be, if hate did not
Pursue me as my shadow. Ah! fair wife,
Thou knowest not Burgos. Thou hast yet to fathom
The depths of thy new world.

I:2:19 COUN.
I do recoil
As from some unknown woo, from this same world.
I thought we came for peace.

I:2:20 ALAR.
Peace dwells within
No lordly roof in Burgos. We have come
For triumph.

I:2:21 COUN.
So I share thy lot, Alarcos,
All feelings are the same.

I:2:22 ALAR.
My Florimonde,
I took thee from a fair and pleasant home
In a soft land, where, like the air they live in,
Men's hearts are mild. This proud and fierce Castille
Resembles not thy gentle Aquitaine,