Osorio. I kill a man and lay him in the sun,
And in a month there swarm from his dead body 225
A thousand—nay, ten thousand sentient beings
In place of that one man whom I had kill'd.
Now who shall tell me, that each one and all,
Of these ten thousand lives, is not as happy
As that one life, which being shov'd aside 230
Made room for these ten thousand?[559:1]

Velez. Wild as madness!

Osorio. Come, father! you have taught me to be merry,
And merrily we'll pore upon this picture.

Velez (holding the picture before Osorio). That Moor, who points his sword at Albert's breast——

Osorio (abruptly). A tender-hearted, scrupulous, grateful villain, 235
Whom I will strangle!

Velez. And these other two——

Osorio. Dead—dead already!—what care I for the dead?

Velez. The heat of brain and your too strong affection
For Albert, fighting with your other passion,
Unsettle you, and give reality 240
To these your own contrivings.

Osorio. Is it so?
You see through all things with your penetration.
[[560]] Now I am calm. How fares it with Maria?
My heart doth ache to see her.

Velez. Nay—defer it!
Defer it, dear Osorio! I will go. [Exit Velez. 245