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HENRIQUEZ: A TRAGEDY.

——It pleased my fancy;
And here I am, a hasty visiter,
Who must Zamora reach by early day;
Where many a lofty lord, and learned clerk,
And all the rogues and robbers of the district
Await my coming.

CARLOS.

All of them, my Liege?


KING.

I spoke at random, like a graceless layman:

More than the church's portion were presumption,
A tithe of them will do.—Here is Henriquez.

Enter Henriquez, richly dressed.


HENRIQUEZ.

My humble homage to your Highness: welcome

To my poor house, so honour'd by your presence.

KING.

I thank thee, brave Henriquez, but I fear

'Tis an untimely visit; thou'rt unwell.

HENRIQUEZ.

Nought but a passing ailment; do not name it.


KING.

In faith your face is wan, and strangely changed,

And would become a sober beadsman's frock
More than a festive mantle. How is't with you?
Retire again to rest.