’Tis well. Forget my passion and my words.
Now to our business. Leonardo, seek
This youth, and speedily conduct him hither;
He cannot come too soon. I will await you. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
Teresa’s chamber. Teresa, in bridal robes, sitting at a table, with writing materials.
Teresa.
I cannot write to him! If I would guide
The pen, my hand refuses to record
The tale it ought to tell. Oh, fatal hand!