Marina (to the leech).
O Signor Aloysius, my poor, poor lady!
[Weeping.
My lady! O what now, what now shall heal her!
Aloysius.
Go in, prepare her bed, and I will bring her.
In, in, I say! (as she goes; to the mother) Porzia!
[Gently.
[She does not answer.
Come, Porzia!