Enrique. That must be done for her.—What price have you set upon such concessions?
Torillo. I shall leave that to the judgment of Your Grace. But, being an honest man, I must tell you that a similar request has been made.
Enrique. By whom?
Torillo. By a woman-servant, she told me, in the service of the condemned.
Enrique. Aisha?
Torillo. I do not know.
Enrique. Has she paid you?
Torillo. She has given me ten ducats for agreeing to give to the Mooress a little waxen pill the instant that I untie her hands for public penance.
Enrique. Yes! yes! I understand!—You have consented?
Torillo. I promised without fully deciding to do so! But, now that Your Grace desires it also——