The life is dream

Scene 4

SCENE IV

ROSAURA: Since I saw that pride offended you so ignorant out in humble life not ask your plants die. Muévate pity on me; that will be noticeable rigor that do not provide any favor at you or arrogance or humbleness.

CLARÍN: And if humility and pride do not force, people who have moved and removed thousand sacramental cars, me, neither humble nor arrogant, but between the two halves streaky, I ask that we remedies and seek him out.

Clotaldo: Hello!

SOLDIERS: Sir ...

Clotaldo: After two weapons removed, and átenles eyes, because they do not see how or where they come from.

ROSAURA: My sword is this that you only have to surrender, because in the end, all you are the principal, and do not know surrender less value.

CLARÍN: Mine is such that it can be the meanest: you take her. [A soldier.]

ROSAURA: And if I die, let love, in faith of this piety, garment could be estimated by the owner someday he girded himself: that keep you order, because although I do not know what secret scope, I know this golden sword holds great mysteries because it relied only I come to Poland to take revenge on a grievance.

Clotaldo: Good heavens! What is this? Already more serious my sorrows and confusions, my desire and my sorrows. Who gave it to you?

ROSAURA: A woman.

Clotaldo: How is it called?

ROSAURA: That street name is strength.

Clotaldo: What do you infer now or know that there are secret in this sword?

ROSAURA: Who gave it to me, said: "Part of Poland and requests with wit, study or art, you see that sword noble and principal, I know that some of them you favor and protect him"; that case was dead then he would not name him.

[Apart.]

Clotaldo: By heaven, do I hear! Determinarme still do not know if such events are illusions or truths. This is the sword that I left the beautiful Violante by signs that which had girded bring her loving son and finding myself as pious as a parent. For what I do, alas !, in such confusion, if whoever wears please bring it to death, sentenced to death because that comes to my feet? What a remarkable confusion! Ando How sad! How lucky so fickle! This is my son, and the signs say well with the signals of the heart, to see it called the chest, and it flaps its wings, and could not break the locks, does what it is locked and hearing noise in the street peeks out the window, and he so as not know what happens, and hear the noise, the eyes will look out, which are windows chest where tears out. What must I do? By heaven! What must I do? Because the King is take take, alas !, sad to die. Then hide the King, I can not, under the law of the tribute. On the one hand self-love, and loyalty from elsewhere pay me. But what I doubt? Does loyalty to the King is not before life and honor? As she alive and he is missing. Out that if I attend now said that revenge comes from a difficulty, a man who is wronged is infamous. It's not my child, not my son, nor has my noble blood. But if it has already happened a danger, of whom no one was spared, because honor is matter so fragile that an action is bankrupt or stain with an air, what else can do, rather, that is noble, Meanwhile, at the cost of so many risks you have come to look for him? My son is my blood has, as it has so great value; and so between them doubt the most important way is to go to the King and tell him that's my son, and kill him. Perhaps the same mercy on my honor may oblige; and if I deserve to live, I will help to avenge his offense; But if the King, in his constant rigors, kills him, he will die without knowing that I am his father. Come with me, foreigners, not fear, not that they lack the misfortunes company, because such a question of living or dying do not know what bigger.

[Exeunt.]

[Hall of the Royal Palace in court.]