But stars, a heaven of stars! For which Signora
Bianca ignorant arose and chid her.
Aloysius.
And all unduly did! This must be stayed,
Not made immedicable.
Go in; prepare the herbs that I left with you.
[She goes—as he stands pondering—past Bianca, who enters.
Bianca (pausing, then with resolute bitterness).
So you have come and have not brought him? Well,
The insult of this secrecy must end,