"Why harass and insult me thus?
Am I not sacred as a hostage and a charge?
and are name, honour, peace, and all that woman is taught to hold most dear, to be thus robbed from me under the pretext of a love dishonouring to thee and an insult to myself ?" "Sweet one," answered Don Juan, with a slight laugh, "thou hast learned, within yonder walls, a creed of morals little known to Moorish maidens, if fame belies them not.

Suffer me to teach thee easier morality and sounder logic.

It is no dishonour to a Christian prince to adore beauty like thine; it is no insult to a maiden hostage if the Infant of Spain proffer her the homage of his heart.

But we waste time.

Spies, and envious tongues, and vigilant eyes, are around us; and it is not often that I can baffle them as I have done now.