[Impetuously she tears the bandage from her eyes.]
Pertinax.
[Startled and terrified.] What!... Ah, woe is me, accursed of Jupiter and sport of men! [Throwing away the now emptied goblet he rushes out, by the door.]
Tertulla.
[Hands up to her dazzled eyes.] Ah! The light!... [Valentinus restores the bandage, binding it gently on again.] Faunus!... What happened, Valentinus?... Why did the god cry out? And has he gone? Eheu! Oh, woe! Is he angry with poor Tertulla?
Valentinus.
Not angry; only taken by surprise!
Tertulla.
But surely he does not begrudge me vision! Surely he believes that Tertulla seeing will serve him no less faithfully than Tertulla blind!