Is it not so?
Smarda. The spirits strangle him!
(Works lividly at the charms.)
Vittia. Well, if I win to-night what is begun
You shall not want, I think,
Of gold for weightier witchery upon him.
(The slave's eyes gleam.)
But listen, every sinew will be needed
Still to achieve this wedding, though we have
Camarin with us, willing. So I've learned
A ship has come from Venice.
Smarda (quickly). Pietro!
Vittia. Yes, Pietro, it must be, has arrived
With papers that will help.
Smarda. Ha! Fortune's touch!
Vittia. It is, but tardy. Therefore I must have
Them instantly.