Half the secrets of Seville are in my hands; did I choose to speak I could set a score of noble houses to broil and bloodshed.

But I do not speak, I am paid to keep silent; and when I am not paid, still I keep silent for my credit's sake.

Hundreds of women think me their saviour, I know them for my dupes.

But mark you, I do not push this game too far.

A love philtre--of coloured water--I may give at a price, but not a poisoned rose.