Osio.
Have him fling it forth? Hush! what is here?
[A knocking at the gate: amazed cries: then Rizzio's voice.
Porzia.
Rizzio! Rizzio! Rizzio!
Rizzio (without).
Porzia! Porzia!
[He enters, weak and worn, in tattered raiment, and comes down to where she gazes too overcome to embrace him.
Rizzio.
My Porzia! (With a clasp.) O do I look upon you,