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241 With a white mantle o'er him cast, Flung loosely to the air, O'er which the collar and red cross His dignity declare; And cap of crimson velvet girt His brows, whereon unfold The winds the feathers' snowy plumes, And tassels bound with gold. All pale as death, the furious King His brother saw from far, When on the plaza entering first, And fix'd as statues are, Awhile he stood upon the floor, And from his angry eyes Seem'd burning horrid lightning thence In flashes to arise. But starting soon, himself around He turn'd the room to leave, As if he would some welcome guest Right affably receive. When thus Padillia saw him turn, Her heart beyond relief Of anguish full, and countenance So beauteous mark'd with grief, She rose, and to the balcony Went troubled, by the square,