Albert (lifting up his head). Well—and this lady!
Osorio. If we could make her certain of his death,
She needs must wed me. Ere her lover left her, [280]
She tied a little portrait round his neck
Entreating him to wear it.
Albert (sighing). Yes! he did so!
Osorio. Why, no! he was afraid of accidents,
Of robberies and shipwrecks, and the like.
In secrecy he gave it me to keep [285]
Till his return.
Albert. What, he was your friend then?
Osorio (wounded and embarrassed). I was his friend. [A pause.
Now that he gave it me
This lady knows not. You are a mighty wizard—
Can call this dead man up—he will not come— [290]
He is in heaven then!—there you have no influence—
Still there are tokens; and your imps may bring you
Something he wore about him when he died.
And when the smoke of the incense on the altar
Is pass'd, your spirits will have left this picture. [295]
What say you now?
Albert (after a long pause). Osorio, I will do it.
Osorio. Delays are dangerous. It shall be to-morrow
In the early evening. Ask for the Lord Velez.
I will prepare him. Music, too, and incense,
All shall be ready. Here is this same picture— [300]
And here what you will value more, a purse.
Before the dusk——
Albert. I will not fail to meet you.
