Scene VII.
Continuation of the Duet.
Turiddu.
(To Sant.)
Ah! how foolish! naught availing!
Santuzza.
(Coldly.)
I have spoken; 'tis well—'tis the truth.
Turiddu.
(Threateningly.)
Ah! by heaven!
Santuzza. My heart is breaking!
Turiddu.
(Approaching her.)
No!
Santuzza.
(Warding him away.)
Turiddu, ah! hear me!
Turiddu.
Go!
(Turns from her.)
Santuzza.
(Threateningly.)
False! False!
Turiddu.
(With increased rage.)
Thus I reward thee in my anger.
(Throws her down, and hastens into the church.)
Santuzza.
(In the height of fury.)
Accurs'd! accurs'd at Easter, thou false one.
(Falls, despairingly.)