GARCIO.
ROVANI.
The Marquis of Tortona, save his worth!
For he conducts his soldiers through these parts,
And makes a halt in this fair neighbourhood,
Some days or so, for needful recreation. (A pause.)
What! stay we here to ruminate upon it?
Will that avail?—Come, onward to the castle!
And, be our welcome there or cold or kind,
'T is what Heaven sends us.
GARCIO.
Thy heart is light.
ROVANI.
If thine be heavy. I have told my tale
Too well I see it now—but foolishly:
Yet their cold looks provok'd me.—Brood not on it:
There is one face, at least, within your walls
Will smile on you with sweet and guileless smiles:
A noble boy.—might call a monarch father,
Ay, by my faith! and do him honour, too.
GARCIO.
I've found tears now, press'd being that I am!
