Kiss me, Count, you mean!
Lara.
If killing you be kissing you, why yes.
Beatrice. Ho! come not near me with such threatening looks,
Stand back there, if you love me, or have loved!
[As Lara advances, Beatrice retreats to the table and rings a small hand-bell. Miriam, in the dress of a page, enters from behind the screen and steps between them.
Lara [starting back].
The Page? now, curse him! What? no! Miriam?
Hold! 'twas at twilight, in the villa-garden,
At dusk, too, on the road to Mantua;