Lizzia [again barring way]
I could tell you many things,
But I would spare you.
Violante
Spare me!... you insolent, presumptuous old woman,
What have I,
I, the Lady Violante Ugolini,
To do with your good master, Florio,
Beyond a fostering friendship for his song!
Else he were nothing to me....
You are presuming on your age and service—
He shall rebuke you for this....
Lizzia
Very well, Lady, if you must know—
He has sworn that he will look upon no one
Till he behold—Olivia!
Violante [startled]
Olivia!... who is Olivia?
Lizzia
She is a girl who came from Padua
Hither, to flee the Plague ... and fled in vain.
He has loved her just ten days ... since first she came....
She came to him, a stranger, singing songs—
His songs!