"Carlo!" she cried, hastening to meet him with outspread arms.
He almost ungently checked her. "You forget," said he, "that this
little, insignificant, and unknown singer loves you no longer, Corilla!
Grant, then, henceforth to the thousands who languish at your feet a few
of your enticing smiles and glowing glances--I have nothing against it,
and am not at all jealous!"
"But you should be!" cried she, stamping her feet with rage. "I tell you
I will not suffer you to leave me; I will be loved by you, and no one
shall you dare to look at, and no one shall you dare to love, but me
alone."
Carlo broke out into a scornful laugh, and then seriously and proudly
said: "I am a Neapolitan, and with us men do not allow themselves to be
constrained to love, and no woman there dares utter the command, 'Thou
shalt love me!'--I will not, Signora Corilla!"
"You will not!" screamed she, gnashing her teeth. "Then woe to you and
to her!"
"I fear no serpents!" said Carlo, laughing, "and if an adder attempts to
sting me, I tread it under foot!"
"But fear at least for her you love!" she threateningly said. "Oh, you
think I shall not be able to discover this secret love of yours, and
not spy out this new divinity to whom you have consecrated your heart?
Tremble therefore now, for I know her! I know the garden in which she
lives, and there is a place in the wall just opposite her favorite seat;
whoever knows that place and possesses a steady hand and a sharp dagger
will know how to hurl it so as to pierce her bosom.
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