Is Matteo the Inquisition! Is
He then the prison that has come to seize me?
Fie, fie, Bianca, with your fears that mar
Again the bridal beauty of this hour,
And crowd with quiverings the bliss of it!
No more of them!—(to dancers) Hither! and wind your maze!
Again take up the dance!
Porzia.
No, Rizzio, no!
For now delight would die under our feet,