This choking shroud of fever that defiles!
[Moans, trying to throw it off.
But, peace; the child will wake. My little one,
My baby!... lift the candle to its face.
[Again moaning.
O that is Osio, not Rizzio,
I see within its eyes! Yet do not kill him,
No, Rizzio, do not kill him, tho he is
Your brother and has done it: I have borne
Too much and they would prison you again.