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A Chamber in the Royal Palace. The INFANTA SOLISA alone.
II:3:1 SOL. / I can but think my father will be just / And see us righted. O 'tis only honest, / The hand that did this wrong should now supply / The sovereign remedy, and balm the wound / Itself inflicted. He is with him now; / Would I were there, unseen, yet seeing all! / But ah! no cunning arras could conceal / This throbbing heart. I've sent my little Page, / To mingle with the minions of the Court, / And get me news. How he doth look, bow eat, / What says he and what does, and all the haps / Of this same night, that yet to me may bring / A cloudless morrow. See, even now he comes.