Vic. O cursed, cursed folly, to have loved her!
Say, can you prove this to me? O pluck out
These awful doubts, that goad me into madness!
Let me know all—all—all!
Lara. You shall know all.
Here is my page, who was the messenger
Between us. Question him. Was it not so,
Francisco?
Fran. Aye, my lord.
Lara. If farther proof