Fulvia: It is
Your fury that distorts us into guilt.
Although he will not render up his heart,
But flings you stony and unfilial speech,
Fearing for her——
Charles: Leave!
Fulvia: We——
Charles: Thrice have I said it!
Fulvia: Yet must I not until your will is wasted.
Charles (angrily): Ah!
(Fulvia sighs then goes slowly.)
Charles: Cecco!
Cecco: My lord?
Charles: The hour?