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Is it not so? If thou hast sworn an oath
Less terrible than this, tell it me quickly.

ROMIERO.

Dear love, he is in safety far from hence.

This oath, as to his life, is nugatory;
And, but for it, thou ne'er hadst seen thy husband.
Thou knowest the cruel nature of Don Pedro.
Ah! why that face of sorrow and displeasure?
Alas! I see I am not welcome here.

ZORADA.

No; say not so.

ROMIERO.

How can I then explain

Thy sad averted looks? Where art thou going?

ZORADA.

I'm faint; I am not well; I'm sick at heart.

I long to be alone.

ROMIERO.

Life of my life! Indeed, thou art not well;

Then wherefore leave this chamber?
(Pointing to a couch.)
Here lay thee down, and I will watch by thee.

ZORADA.

I'll rest me in my closet for a while;

I'm wayward grown, and love to be alone.

ROMIERO.

No; say not so; I know thou art not wayward;