No, no! I'll not forgive you!
For is it not ill boding to our bridals
You quarrel over the heavens—and not me!
[As he laughs.
My beauty, he says, this husband I have taken,
Is life—and yet ere 'tis an hour his
Forgets to live on it!—and Osio,
The brother of him,—
E'en Osio there—
Rizzio (gay again).