Pre. Why would you have this ring?
Vic. A traveler’s fancy—
A whim, and nothing more. I would fain keep it
As a memento of the gipsy camp
In El Pardillo, and the fortune-teller,
Who sent me back to wed a widow’d maid.
Pray, let me have the ring.
Pre. No—never! never!
I will not part with it, even when I die;
But bid my nurse fold my pale fingers thus,