Vittia. I think you are.
Think that you are—if ever the leopard yields.
Smarda. To you, lady? A-ha! let him refuse.
Command!
Vittia. And you will heed it well; I fear not.
But first I have thought of requital.
Smarda (avidly). Ouie!
Vittia. Those amulets——
Smarda. Of jade—and sard!
Vittia. And which
You prize so——
Smarda. From my home in Scythia
Across the sea (darkening) they came with me.
Vittia. The home
Whence you were torn by the Moor who was your master.
(Sees Smarda snarl.)