Maga. No, no, Civa! come;
Enough of teasing.
Civa. Of Alessa!
Maga. No.
Your pitcher, come. He's troubled by the tale
Of lady Yolanda——
And waits for lord Amaury from the battle.
Civa. The—! heigh! heigh-o! awaits! la, la! he does!
[Hassan starts at her tone.
For lord Amaury! does he so indeed?
Hassan. What do you know? Be silent.
Civa. Ho!
Hassan. Itch! would
You have lady Yolanda hear? She comes
Now, as she has this morning thrice, to ask.
[Yolanda appears on the threshold with Alessa.