And if she bear up better there’s a reason:
She hath a comforter. Nay, I may tell you
I saw your doctor here take her aside,
And when he spoke, her face of woe lit up.
She loves him. ’Twas a match that Manuel wished.
Hu. Nay, nay! what! Rosso, the apothecary!
Enter Livio and Blasco.
Ah, Livio; Constance calls thy name, ’tis hoped
That she may know thee.
LIVIO.