And trample on thee, fiend, it is because
Thou art the gaoler of a pearl of price
I cannot gain without thee. Now, where is she?
Now by thy life!

IV:3:27 LEON.
Why, thou outrageous Moor,
Hast broken thy false prophet's rule, and so
Fell into unused drink, that thus thou darest
To flout me with thy cloudy menaces?
What mean'st thou, sir? And what have I withheld
From thy vile touch? By heavens, I pass my days
In seeking thy dusk corpse, I deemed well drilled
Ere this, but it awaits my vengeance.

IV:3:28 ORAN.
Boy!
Licentious boy! Where is she? Now, by Allah!
This poniard to thy heart, unless thou tell'st me.

IV:3:29 LEON.
Whom dost thou mean?

IV:3:30 ORAN.
Thy comrade and thy crew
They all have fled. I left the Countess here.
She's gone. Thou fill'st her place.

IV:3:31 LEON.
What Countess? Speak.

IV:3:32 ORAN.
The Count Alarcos' wife.

IV:3:33 LEON.
The Count Alarcos!
I'd be right glad to see him; but his wife
Concerns the Lord Sidonia. If he have played
Some Pranks here 'tis a fool, and he has marred
More than he'll ever make. My time's worth gems;
My knightly word, dusk Moor, I tell thee truth.
I will forget these jest, but we must meet
This night at my palace.

IV:3:34 ORAN.
I'll see her first.

[Exit ORAN.]

IV:3:35 LEON.
Is it the Carnival? What mummery's this?
What have I heard? One thing alone is clear.
We must be rid of Oran.

SCENE 4

A Chamber in the Palace.
The Countess ALARCOS lying on a Couch,
the Infanta kneeling at her side;
MAIDENS grouped around. A PHYSICIAN and the PAGE.

IV:4:1 SOL.
Didst ever see so fair a skin? Her bodice
Should still be loosened. Bring the Moorish water,
Griselda, you. They are the longest lashes!