Stand six yards off, or I will not a word.
It seems the Countess promised Signor Juan
A set of turquoise—
Lara.
Turquoise? Ha! that's well.
Page.
Just so—wherewith my master was to pay
Some gaming debts; but yester-night the cards
Tumbled a golden mountain at his feet;
And ere he sailed, this morning, Signor Juan