Ard. No, no! He shall not go! Prince Banissat
Will save him! He has promised!
Ber. [Gazing at Ardia] Banissat?
So 'twas a bargain. Thou'rt fair goods to be
On th' vender's table. [Turns to Charilus]
You choose well, my lord.
Ard. What words!
Ber. I bring a message from th' earl.
Ard. From Oswald? [Shrinking] You know him?
Ber. If any man
May know him,—but I better know his son.
Ard. The vicious Bertrand?
Ber. Vicious?
Ard. O, so foul
He shuns the day, and walks on moonless nights
Most like his soul!
Ber. You speak of Bertrand?