[Stops rooted to the floor for Osio has suddenly entered. He does not speak, nor she, but only Bianca, who looks at them, uttering his name then turning goes.
Osio (at length, tortured).
You shut me from your presence and your doors,
My messages return to me unopened,
My messengers unhonored—yet I've come,
For speak to you I must, and utterly!
Porzia (gazing).
Lord Jesu!
Osio.
Ai, Lord Jesu! let Him hear!