Countess. She fled with you.
Count. She did.
Countess. And have you left her, sir?
Count. Alas! alas! I have not; and never can.
Countess. Now come to my arms, brave, honourable Ludolph! Did I not say thou couldst not be ungrateful? Where, where is she who has given me back my husband?
Count. Dare I utter it! in this house.
Countess. Call the children.
Count. No; they must not affront her: they must not even stare at her: other eyes, not theirs, must stab me to the heart.
Countess. They shall bless her; we will all. Bring her in.
[Zaida is led in by the Count.]