I:2:69 ALAR. Your good uncle lives -- Nunez de Leon?
I:2:70 LEON. To my cost, Alarcos; 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.