Fulvia: Child——
Helena: Child!—Ah, a moment's dread
Brings age on us!—If not by gentleness,
Then by that love that women bear to men,
By happiness too fleeting to tread earth,
I pray you tell the fear your heart so hides!
Fulvia: You are the guest of Charles di Tocca.
Helena: Guest?
Ah, guests are bidden, not commanded.—Where,
Where can Antonio be gone. All day
No token, quieting!
Fulvia: Antonio, girl?
Antonio?—Is it true?
Re-enter Charles.
Charles: So eager?—Truth
Has brewed more tears than lies. But, Fulvia,
Why doth it mated with Antonio's name
Wring thus your troubled hands?
Fulvia: My lord——
Charles: You falter?
No matter—now. (To Helena.) But you, my fair one, put
More merriment upon your lips and lids,
And this (giving pearls) upon the lustre of your throat.
Hither our guests come soon. Be with us then,
And at your beauty's best. Now; trembling so?—
Yet is the lily lovelier in the wind!
(He looks after, musingly, as she goes.
Fulvia: My lord——