n?
In yonder villa?

PAGE. Ay, sir. You can see
The portico among the mulberries,
Just to the left, there.

LARA. Ay, I see, I see.
A pretty villa. And the lady's name?

PAGE. The lady's name, sir?

LARA. Ay, the lady's name.

PAGE. O! that's a secret which I cannot tell.

LARA. No? but you shall, though, or I'll strangle you!
In my strong hands your slender neck would snap
Like a fragile pipe-stem.

PAGE. You are choking me!
O! loose your grasp, sir!

LARA. Then the name! the name!

PAGE. Countess of Lara.

LARA. Not her dressing-maid?

PAGE. No, no, I said the mistress, not the maid.

LARA. And then you lied. I never saw two eyes
So wide and frank but they'd a pliant tongue
To shape a lie for them. Say you are false!
Tell me you lie, and I will make you rich,
I'll stuff your cap with ducats twice a year.

PAGE. Well, then--I lie.

LARA. Ay, now you lie, indeed!
I see it in the cunning of your eyes;
Night cannot hide the Satan leering there.
Only a little lingering fear of heaven
Holds me from dirking you between the ribs!

PAGE. What would you have? I will say nothing, then.

LARA. Say everything, and end it! Here is gold.
You brought a billet to the Countess--well?
What said the billet?

PAGE. Take away your hand.
And, by St. Mary, I will tell you all.
There, now, I breathe. You will not harm me, sir?
Stand six yards off, or I will not a word.
It seems the Countess promised Signor Juan
A set of turquoise--

LARA. Turquoise? Ha! that's well.

PAGE. Just so--wherewith my master was to pay
Some gaming debts; but yester-night the cards
Tumbled a golden mountain at his feet;
And ere he sailed, this morning, Signor Juan
Gave me a perfumed, amber-tinted note,
For Countess Lara, which, with some adieus,
Craved her remembrance morning, noon, and night;
Her prayers while gone, her smiles when