Madam, no, I've found 'em!
Beatrice.
Then lose them quickly, and be what you were.
Lara.
I was a fool, a dupe—a happy dupe.
You should have kept me in my ignorance;
For wisdom makes us wretched, king and clown.
Countess of Lara, you are false to me!
Beatrice.
Now, by the saints—