"Thou had'st my love," concludes Canio, "but now thou hast my hate and scorn."
"If you doubt me," argues Nedda, "why not let me leave you?"
"And go to your lover!—His name! Declare it!"
Still desperately striving to keep in the play, and avert the inevitable, Nedda, as if she were Columbine, sings a chic gavotte, "Suvvia, così terribile" (I never knew, my dear, that you were such a tragic fellow).
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She ends with a laugh, but stops short, at the fury in Canio's look, as he takes a knife from the table.
"His name!"
"No!"—Save her lover she will, at whatever cost to herself.