Bless this brave soldier--spare this poor orphan--and one generous act of self-denial shall give thee absolution for a thousand pleasures." "This from Roderigo Calderon!" said the prince, with bitter sneer.

"Man, know thy station and thy profession.

When I want homilies, I seek my confessor; when I have resolved on a vice, I come to thee.

A truce with this bombast.

For Fonseca, he shall be consoled; and when he shall learn who is his rival, he is a traitor if he remain discontented with his lot.