O sir, I know not what to say!
Rizzio.
Tho truth bays wild, fool-face!
Marina.
Sir, sir, I cannot!
But hold, I pray you! for she is ... she ... Ah!
[Has cried out, for the curtains have parted and Porzia is entering—the dead child in her arms, her eyes gazing sightlessly.
Rizzio (who looks at her, racked, laughs wildly, then rushes to door).
At last, at last the heretic's in Hell!
[Breaks past Aloysius entering, and is gone.