Prologue
[Anselmo and Luigi]
ANSELMO. What think you,—lies there any truth in the tale
The King will wed again?
LUIGI. Why not, Anselmo?
A king is no less lonely than a collier
When his wife dies, And his young daughter there,
For all her being a princess, is no less
A motherless child, and cries herself to sleep
Night after night, as noisily as any,
You may be sure.
ANSELMO. A motherless child loves not,
They say, the second mother. Though the King
May find him comfort in another face,—
As it is well he should—the child, I fancy,
Is not so lonely as she is distraught
With grief for the dead Queen, and will not lightly
Be parted from her tears.
LUIGI. If tales be true,
The woman hath a daughter, near the age
Of his, will be a playmate for the Princess.
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