Isidore. He himself told me.
Ordonio. Ha! you talk'd with him!
And those, the two Morescoes who were with you?
Isidore. Both fell in a night brawl at Malaga. 85
Ordonio (in a low voice). My brother—
Isidore. Yes, my lord, I could not tell you!
I thrust away the thought—it drove me wild.
But listen to me now—I pray you listen——
Ordonio. Villain! no more. I'll hear no more of it.
Isidore. My lord, it much imports your future safety [90]
That you should hear it.
Ordonio (turning off from Isidore). Am not I a man!
'Tis as it should be! tut—the deed itself
Was idle, and these after-pangs still idler!
Isidore. We met him in the very place you mentioned.
Hard by a grove of firs—
Ordonio. Enough—enough— [95]