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—
Laska. Are you not bound to me by your own promise?
And is it not as plain—