To-morrow when his nuptials would be o'er!
Querio.
Who weds two brides is bigamist, Signora.
When he divorces heresy accuse me.
But now say your farewells,
And with a moment's privacy: that can
I grant, that and no more: the rest's with Rome.
[Retires to rear—as do all but the two.
Porzia (whom dread now begins to overwhelm).
My Rizzio! my own! I cannot bear it!