[Starts again with Halil.
Civa. How, Olympio!
Stay you, and hear!—May never virgin love him!
Gone as a thistle! (turns).
Mauria. Pouf! (laughs).
Alessa (to Civa). Now what have you?
Civa. Verses! found in the garden. Verses! verses!
On papyrus of Paphos. O, to read!
But you, Alessa—!
Alessa (takes them). In the garden?
Civa. By
The fountain cypress, at the marble feet
Of chaste Diana!
Maga. Where Sir Camarin
And oft our lady—!
Civa. Maga, will you prattle?
Read them to us, Alessa, read them, read.
They are of love!
Maga. No, sorrow.