Where is he?
CRISTOFERO.
In soft converse with Capello.
LUCREZIA.
And whither—?
CRISTOFERO.
Sweet mistress, ask him whither; that will make
Matter of speech between you. Ask him whither.
LUCREZIA.
I cannot see him! If he come, he comes
As the thunder that one cannot bear, or as
The earthquake that one suffers.