Of singers who have flung their hearts to courage,
As yet we shall fling ours! (Tasso goes.) For even Bianca
And Osio
Must rue now their alarm,
And help us back from it to revelry.
[As he turns to them, then to all.
What, none of you? no heart of joy about me?
Porzia (striving for abandon).
Yes, Rizzio!... tho
I would have you fly;