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GUZMAN.

No, say not so! Is it not far more likely

That the delusion rests with thee, my friend?

ROMIERO (After musing, and without heeding what Guzman has said).

Ay, if I did but droop, her look of sympathy

Went to my soul. Or if I parted from her,
Though only for a week—a day——

GUZMAN.

Cease, cease!

Be well assured it is not as thou fear'st.
Try to compose thyself: what are thy proofs
That she has been unfaithful?

ROMIERO.

No; what a worldly judge would deem unfaithful

I trust she has not been; but what avails it?
He whom her fancy follows, he who pleases
Her secret thoughts and wishes, is her Lord,
Let who will, by the power of legal right,
Her body hold in thraldom.—Not unfaithful!
If I have lost her heart, I've suffer'd all.

No further outrage can enhance my wretchedness. (Turning quickly and taking hold of him.)

But thou believest that, ev'n in this, my fears

Are mere extravagance. (Pausing and looking earnestly in his face.)

Dost thou not think so? Dost thou not, Don Guzman?