_Velez._ Why, no!--not all. I have not yet discover'd, At least, not wholly, what his speeches meant. Pride and hypocrisy, and guilt and cunning-- Then when he fix'd his obstinate eye on you, 175 And you pretended to look strange and tremble. Why--why--what ails you now? _Osorio (with a stupid stare)._ Me? why? what ails me? A pricking of the blood--it might have happen'd At any other time. Why scan you me? _Velez (clapping him on the shoulder)._ 'Twon't do--'twon't do--I have lived too long in the world. 180 His speech about the corse and stabs and murderers, Had reference to the assassins in the picture: That I made out. _Osorio (with a frantic eagerness)._ Assassins! what assassins! _Velez._ Well-acted, on my life! Your curiosity Runs open-mouth'd, ravenous as winter wolf. 185 I dare not stand in its way. [_He shows OSORIO the picture._ _Osorio._ Dup'd--dup'd--dup'd! That villain Ferdinand! (_aside_). _Velez._ Dup'd--dup'd--not I. As he swept by me---- _Osorio._ Ha! _what_ did he say? _Velez._ He caught his garment up and hid his face. It seem'd as he were struggling to suppress---- 190 _Osorio._ A laugh! a laugh! O hell! he laughs at me! _Velez._ It heaved his chest more like a violent sob. _Osorio._ A choking laugh! [_A pause--then very wildly._ I tell thee, my dear father! I am most glad of this! _Velez._ Glad!--aye--to be sure. _Osorio._ I was benumb'd, and stagger'd up and down 195 Thro' darkness without light--dark--dark--dark-- And every inch of this my flesh did feel As if a cold toad touch'd it! Now 'tis sunshine, And the blood dances freely thro' its channels! [_He turns off--then (to himself) mimicking FERDINAND'S manner._[558:1] 'A common trick of gratitude, my lord! 200 Old Gratitude! a dagger would dissect His own full heart,' 'twere good to see its colour! _Velez (looking intently at the picture)._ Calm, yet commanding! how he bares his breast, Yet still they stand with dim uncertain looks, As penitence had run before their crime. 205 A crime too black for aught to follow it Save blasphemous despair! See _this_ man's face-- With what a difficult toil he drags his soul To do the deed. [_Then to OSORIO._ O this was delicate flattery To poor Maria, and I love thee for it! 210