At midnight—tho it be but for an hour?
[They look at each other.
Querio (suspiciously, coming down).
Enough, Signor; the hour is running late.
And there are here, may be,
[Sinisterly.
Some who are avid now to be at vespers.
Porzia (embracing Rizzio).
Then go, my lord; farewell, and fear not for me,
Since I shall toil only for your release.