Ferdinand. Yes, my lord! I could not tell you: 70
I thrust away the thought, it drove me wild.
But listen to me now. I pray you, listen!
Osorio. Villain! no more! I'll hear no more of it.
Ferdinand. My lord! it much imports your future safety
That you should hear it.
Osorio (turning off from Ferdinand). Am I not a man? [75]
'Tis as it should be! Tut—the deed itself
Was idle—and these after-pangs still idler!
Ferdinand. We met him in the very place you mention'd,
Hard by a grove of firs.
Osorio. Enough! enough!
Ferdinand. He fought us valiantly, and wounded all; [80]
In fine, compell'd a parley!
Osorio (sighing as if lost in thought). Albert! Brother!
Ferdinand. He offer'd me his purse.
Osorio. Yes?