Albert. Alas, this hollow mirth! Declare your business!
Osorio. I love a lady, and she would love me [245]
But for an idle and fantastic scruple.
Have you no servants round the house? no listeners? [Osorio steps to the door.
Albert. What! faithless too? false to his angel wife?
To such a wife? Well might'st thou look so wan,
Ill-starr'd Maria! Wretch! my softer soul [250]
Is pass'd away! and I will probe his conscience.
Osorio (returned). In truth this lady loved another man,
But he has perish'd.
Albert. What? you kill'd him? hey?
Osorio. I'll dash thee to the earth, if thou but think'st it,
Thou slave! thou galley-slave! thou mountebank! [255]
I leave thee to the hangman!
Albert. Fare you well!
I pity you, Osorio! even to anguish! [Albert retires off the stage.
Osorio (recovering himself). 'Twas ideotcy! I'll tie myself to an aspen,
And wear a Fool's Cap. Ho! [Calling after Albert.
Albert (returning). Be brief, what wish you?