Monviedro. Your zeal, my lord,
And your late merits in this holy warfare
Would authorize an ampler trust—you have it.
Ordonio. I will attend you home within an hour. 175
Valdez. Meantime return with us and take refreshment.
Alhadra. Not till my husband's free! I may not do it.
I will stay here.
Teresa (aside). Who is this Isidore?
Valdez. Daughter!
Teresa. With your permission, my dear lord, [180]
I'll loiter yet awhile t' enjoy the sea breeze.
[Exeunt Valdez, Monviedro and Ordonio.
Alhadra. Hah! there he goes! a bitter curse go with him,
A scathing curse!
You hate him, don't you, lady?