GIULIA.
As if there were a fire; and I am sleepy.
The early morning sleep, the beauty sleep
Dashed from our eyes! I am not half awake;
My eyes close, and I must to sleep again.
SANCIA.
You laggard, fie!
You will be out of favour.
GIULIA.
No!
I shall please him better if I am asleep.
He will not wake me,
His Holiness remembers I am young.
ALFONSO.
Young! If the young may take their fill of slumber—
LUCREZIA.
Come, I so softly stirred you—come, the dawn
Had not more softly coaxed you to awake.