Worse? Worse than dead? Say that she too is dead--for I know but one thing worse.
ORSINA.
She is not dead; no, good father, she is alive, and will now just begin to live indeed; the finest, merriest fool's paradise of a life--as long as it lasts.
ODOARDO.
Say the word, Madam! The single word, which is to deprive me of my reason! Out with it! Distil not thus your poison drop by drop. That single word at once!
ORSINA.
You yourself shall put the letters of it together. This morning the Prince spoke to your daughter at church; this afternoon he has her at his----his summer-palace.
ODOARDO.
Spoke to her at church? The Prince to my daughter?