This is my tale: I want thy aid." "Prince," said Calderon, gravely, "thou knowest the laws of Spain; the rigour of the Church.

I dare not--" "Pshaw.

No scruples--my rank will bear thee harmless.

Nay, look not so demure; why, even thou, see, hast thy Armida.

This billet in a female hand--Heaven and earth Calderon! What name is this?
Beatriz Coello! Darest thou have crossed my path?
Speak, sir!--speak!" "Your highness," said Calderon, with a mixture of respect and dignity in his manner--"your highness, hear me.