Hyp. Ay, in truth

I fear there is reason. Be upon thy guard. I hear it whispered that the Count of Lara Lays siege to the same citadel.

Vict. Indeed! Then he will have his labor for his pains.

Hyp. He does not think so, and Don Carlos tells me He boasts of his success.

Vict. How's this, Don Carlos?

Don. C. Some hints of it I heard from his own lips. He spoke but lightly of the lady's virtue, As a gay man might speak.

Vict. Death and damnation! I'll cut his lying tongue out of his mouth, And throw it to my dog! But no, no, no! This cannot be. You jest, indeed you jest. Trifle with me no more. For otherwise We are no longer friends. And so, fare well! [Exit.

Hyp. Now what a coil is here! The Avenging Child Hunting the traitor Quadros to his death, And the Moor Calaynos, when he rode To Paris for the ears of Oliver, Were nothing to him! O hot-headed youth! But come; we will not follow. Let us join The crowd that pours into the Prado. There We shall find merrier company; I see The Marialonzos and the Almavivas, And fifty fans, that beckon me already. [Exeunt.