Fulvia: Changed sudden as the sea when cometh storm.
Charles: I had forgot—forgot!—the sun!—the sea!
The sea!—Antonio!—The cliff—the surf!
The shroud and funeral fury of the waves!
Fulvia: Be calm.
Charles (rising excitedly): I'll stay it! Cecco, our fleetest foot!
A rain of ducats if he shall outspeed
This doom on us. More! more! a flood of them,
If he——
Fulvia (drawing him to his chair): Be patient—calm.
Charles: I—I—remember,
'Tis night!
Fulvia: Yes, night.
Charles: The sun's no more! It hath
Gone down beyond all mercy and recall.
Fulvia: Beyond?—Ah!
Charles (quickly): Fulvia?