TORELLI.
That's
Too many by ten thousand and ten hundred
And ninety-nine! Vouch but your virgin self,
And I am satisfied.
BRIGITTA (whimpering).
Alack-a-day!
To be suspected after all these years.
TORELLI.
Pardon a lover's jealousy; this kiss
Shall wipe away the memory of my wrong.
[Aside.] What will not loyalty drive a man to?
[Kisses her.
There!
BRIGITTA (aside).
He has the sweetest lips! And now begone,
Sweet signor, if you love me.
TORELLI.
If, Brigitta!
Banish me then to outer darkness straight!
Farewell, my full-blown rose—let others prize
The opening bud—the ripe, rich flower for me!
BRIGITTA.
Oh, the saints, how he talks! This way, sweet signor,
[Taking a key from her girdle.
The secret door; the key you found and brought me
Unlocks it. [Unlocking secret door, L. 2 E.
TORELLI (taking another from his girdle, aside).
Else, why did I filch it from you—
And have this, its twin brother, forged to-day!
