Sancta Maria! and the King --

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Uprose
And bore her from her maidens, then broke up
The hurried Court; indeed I know no more,
For like a turning tide the crowd pressed on,
And scarcely could I gain the grateful air.
Yet on the Prado's walk came smiling by
The Bishop of Ossuna; as he passed
He clutched my cloak, and whispered in my ear,
'The match is off.'

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I:1:15 1ST COURT.
Hush! hush! a passenger.

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Most noble Cavaliers, I pray, inform me
Where the great Count Alarcos holds his quarter.

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In the chief square. His banner tells the roof;
Your pleasure with the Count, my gentle youth?

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I were a sorry messenger to tell
My mission to the first who asks its aim.