BELLA. (claps her hands.) Ha, ha! Lizbette said you would tell stories and get others to tell stories in order to shake my faith in her!
DOM. What is this suitor’s name?
BELLA. I can’t tell you.
DOM. I shall see your father.
BELLA. I won’t have it. Why, father might kill you, he is so wrought up over the doings of the pirates.
DOM. Bah!—That’s a singular locket you have on.
BELLA. Yes, isn’t it? A serpent’s head.
DOM. (examining it.) Containing the miniature of a young man. This is the reason of your quiescence. Will you let me have this locket?
BELLA. No, I will not.
DOM. And you will not tell me your suitor’s name. Very well. I swear to you that I will find the man whose picture you wear.