Vic. And yet, Hypolito, we may be wrong,
We may be over-hasty in condemning!
The Count of Lara is a damnéd villain.
Hyp. And therefore is she damnéd, loving him.
Vic. She does not love him! ’Tis for gold—for gold!
Hyp. Aye, but remember, in the public streets
He shows a golden ring the gipsy gave him,
A serpent with a ruby in its mouth.
Vic. She had that ring from me! God! she is false!
But I will be revenged!