Vic. The muleteer has come.
Hyp. So soon?
Vic. I found him
Sitting at supper by the tavern door,
And from a pitcher, that he held aloft
His whole arm’s length, drinking the blood-red wine.
Hyp. What news from court?
Vic. He brought this letter only. (Reads.)
O cursed perfidy! Why did I let
That lying tongue deceive me! Preciosa,