Being held as precious as the nine together.
But listen to my tale. Dost thou remember
The gipsy girl we saw at Cordova
Dance the Romalis in the market-place?
Hyp. Thou meanest Preciosa.
Vic. Aye, the same.
Thou knowest how her image haunted me
Long after we returned to Alcalá.
Hyp. Thou even thought’st thyself in love with her.
Vic. I was; and, to be frank with thee, I am!