Smarda (avidly). Ouie!
Vittia. Those amulets you wear, of jade and sard—
Smarda (quickly dark). Are for revenge—to bring revenge!
Vittia. And from
Your Scythian home, over the hated sea,
They came with you.
Smarda. Yes.
Vittia. From the home whence you
Were torn by the Moor who was your one-time master.
Is it not so?
Smarda. The spirits strangle him!
[Works at the charms.
Vittia. Well, if I win to-night what is begun
You shall not want, to-morrow,
Gold for a weightier witchery upon him.
[The slave's eyes gleam.