Civa. Alessa!
Alessa. Maga—Civa—Ah!
(She rends the parchment.)
Mauria. What are you doing?
Alessa. They were writ to her!
Mauria. To her? to whom? what are you saying? Read!
Read us the verses.
Mauria. Tell then his name
Who writes them, and to whom.
Alessa. I will not.
Mauria. Then
It is some guilt you hide!—And touching her
You dote on—lady Yolanda!