A madness whispers in me, "Take it away!"
[Staring, hauntedly.
And too, and too ... in solitude the want
Of Rizzio imprisoned comes to me;
Yet when I reach for him I seem enclasped
By unknown arms ... in the sere dark, that ... Oh!
Now, now I feel them! off!
[A knock at the gate.
(Starting)Ah, ah, Aloysius!...
With healing! he at last! (moving toward door) Uncle, the child—