Shall stay me, tho all night contains would quench it.
[Is near door, when Porzia herself like a wraith appears—and at the same time Osio is seen in the entrance to bower. Before Porzia's sleep-fixed eyes Rizzio falls back: her somnambulant speech breaks faintly.
Porzia.
The night is as a spell. No more of physic.
Return unto your couch. The Inquisition?
To take him? from his very nuptials take him?
He is no bigamist, Monsignor Querio.
[Pauses.
Yes, Rizzio, at midnight!... Yes.—Ever
The arms of Osio round me instead!