Pours out upon the black Phlegraean fields,
You hint it or suggest it to her, till—
Bianca.
Till you achieve her! and have wrapped the rites
Of the Church round your achieving?
Till you have severed her from Rizzio—
Have swept her from perdition—
Into your swathing arms! I say you shall not!
Me you have set aside, but there an end!
[Starts toward door.