ODOARDO.
And if I were to give it you?--what then? There! (He presents it)
EMILIA.
And there! (She seizes it with ardour, and is about to stab herself when Odoardo wrests it from her.)
ODOARDO.
See how rash----No; it is not for thy hand.
EMILIA.
Tis true; then with this bodkin will I! (she searches for one in her hair, and feels the rose in her head). Art thou still there? Down, down! thou shouldst not deck the head of one, such as my father wishes me to be!
ODOARDO.
Oh! my daughter!