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Rh Eloquent on the zither, and a master Of rapier and

A puppet could be made To answer in all points your praise of him. Hath he no substance of a man?

Why, sister, What may that be to us?

He is our Prince. The promise of his youth is to outstrip The hero of Lepanto ; bright and bold As fire, he is the very soul, the star Of Spanish chivalry ; his last achievement Seems still the flower of his accomplishments. Musician, soldier, courtier, yea, and artist. "He had been a painter, were he not a prince,&quot; Says Messer Zurbaran. The Calderona, His actress-mother, hath bequeathed to him Her spirit with her beauty, and the power To win and hold men s hearts.

I knew it, sister! His eye hath a command in it; his brow Seems garlanded with laurel.