He owes me much.

I:2:71 SIDO.
Some promises his heir
Would wish fulfilled.

I:2:72 COUN.
In Gascony, they said,
Navarre had sought her hand.

I:2:73 LEON.
He loitered here
But could not pluck the fruit: it was too high.
Sidonia threw him in a tilt one day.
The Infanta has her fancies; unhorsed knights
Count not among them.

[Enter a CHAMBERLAIN who whispers COUNT ALARCOS.]

I:2:74 ALAR.
Urgent, and me alone
Will commune with! A Page! Kind guests, your pardon,
I'll find you here anon. My Florimonde,
Our friends will not desert you, like your spouse.

[Exit ALARCOS.]

I:2:75 COUN.
My Lords, will see our gardens?