Porzia.
Yes, yes; is the grave ready?
Then let the clod fall softly, and the shroud
Not wake him, for he sleeps. And let there be
Some orange blossoms too ... some orange blossoms!
[She permits him to lead her in, still gazing before her.
Curtain.
ACT III
Night of the Next Day
Scene: The terrace of Act I, but lit wanly now by the moon, whose sheen is cast like a pall over the city and kindles the Bay to quivering silver. Thro the open door of the house and from the window of Porzia's chamber which is just above the image of the Virgin, light falls streaming toward the Pan and toward the deeply shadowed bower. A stone seat is set to the front centre.