you are acquainted with my story."

The Knight made signs of ignorance, and seemed curious to have
Manfred proceed.

"Is it possible, Sirs," continued the Prince, "that my story should
be a secret to you? Have you heard nothing relating to me and the
Princess Hippolita?"

They shook their heads.

"No! Thus, then, Sirs, it is. You think me ambitious: ambition,
alas! is composed of more rugged materials. If I were ambitious, I
should not for so many years have been a prey to all the hell of
conscientious scruples. But I weary your patience: I will be
brief. Know, then, that I have long been troubled in mind on my
union with the Princess Hippolita. Oh! Sirs, if ye were acquainted
with that excellent woman! if ye knew that I adore her like a
mistress, and cherish her as a friend--but man was not born for
perfect happiness! She shares my scruples, and with her consent I
have brought this matter before the church, for we are related
within the forbidden degrees. I expect every hour the definitive
sentence that must separate us for ever--I am sure you feel for me-
-I see you do--pardon these tears!"

The Knights gazed on each other, wondering where this would end.

Manfred continued -

"The death of my son betiding while my soul was under this anxiety,