'Familiar is that naked blade.
Of others, of himself, the fate
How swift 'tis Provocation's mate!'
MICHIELLA (torn with jealous rage).
'Yea; I could smite her on the face.
Father, first read the thing's disgrace.
I grudge them, honourable death.
Put poison in their latest breath!'
ORSO (his left arm extended).
'You twain are sundered: hear with awe
The judgement of the Source of Law.'
CAMILLA (smiling confidently).
'Not such, when I was at the Source,
It said to me;—but take thy course.'
ORSO (astounded).
'Thither thy steps were bent?'
MICHIELLA (spurning verbal controversy).