Or if they did not, still the stars we love
Must not turn into ... drops of bloody vengeance!—
But, peace to this! (moves forward) for it is time to meet him.
Marina (withholdingly).
Signora!
Porzia.
Time to meet him in the bower.
[Is nearing it.
For now he is returned and all the night
Is like a spell to draw my soul unto him.