To draw me deeper—
Just. Cipriano!
Cipr. Yet
Not yet disfeatured—nor the voice—
Oh, if not That—this time unsummon’d—come
To take me with you where I raised you from—
Once more—once more—assure me!—
Justina (taking his hand). Cipriano!—
Cipr. And this, too, surely, is a living hand:
Though cold, oh, cold indeed—but yet, but yet,