Laska. Bethlen! Bethlen!
Yes; gaze as if your very eyes embraced him! [185]
Ha! you forget the scene of yesterday!
Mute ere he came, but then—Out on your screams,
And your pretended fears!
Glycine. Your fears, at least,
Were real, Laska! or your trembling limbs
And white cheeks played the hypocrites most vilely! [190]
Laska. I fear! whom? what?
Glycine. I know what I should fear,
Were I in Laska's place.
Laska. What?
Glycine. My own conscience,
For having fed my jealousy and envy
With a plot, made out of other men's revenges,
Against a brave and innocent young man's life! [195]
Yet, yet, pray tell me!
Laska. You will know too soon.
Glycine. Would I could find my lady! though she chid me—
Yet this suspense— [Going.
Laska. Stop! stop! one question only—
I am quite calm—
Glycine. Ay, as the old song says,
Calm as a tiger, valiant as a dove. 200
Nay now, I have marred the verse: well! this one question—