The valiant Count of Valderey;
He lit upon the broider’d slipper...
How it chanc’d I cannot say.
To the chamber of the Countess
Goes he... Will he strike the blow?
Serenely sleeping doth he see her:
—‘Jesus! I know not what to do.’
In disorder is the household...
—‘God have me in his holy keep!
Either witch must be this woman,