Pietro. You will not, slave! but quickly take them to her,
The papers ... quickly!
(Fumbles for them.)
Dear slave, you will—and say if she inquire
That I was led astray
By the little Cyprian with guiling eyes
Who fell enamoured of me at the gate.
Smarda. Civa!
Pietro. The same! I sought to run away,
(Still searching.)
O slave, say to her, but I could not for—
For—for a lady by the marble knight,
That is, by the fountain, swooned, as——
Smarda. Swooned!
Pietro. She did.
Out by the fountain.
Smarda. As you came? who? which?
Lady Yolanda? lady Berengere?