Ordonio. Now, till she knows him dead, she will not wed me.

Alvar. Are you not wedded, then? Merciful Heaven! [120]
Not wedded to Teresa?

Ordonio. Why, what ails thee?
What, art thou mad? why look'st thou upward so?
Dost pray to Lucifer, Prince of the Air?

Alvar. Proceed. I shall be silent.

Ordonio. To Teresa?
Politic wizard! ere you sent that message, 125
You had conn'd your lesson, made yourself proficient
In all my fortunes. Hah! you prophesied
A golden crop! Well, you have not mistaken—
[[846]] Be faithful to me and I'll pay thee nobly.

Alvar. Well! and this lady! [130]

Ordonio. If we could make her certain of his death,
She needs must wed me. Ere her lover left her,
She tied a little portrait round his neck,
Entreating him to wear it.

Alvar. Yes! he did so!

Ordonio. Why no: he was afraid of accidents, 135
Of robberies, and shipwrecks, and the like.
In secrecy he gave it me to keep,
Till his return.

Alvar. What! he was your friend then?