Violante
And flattering him so—he loved her!
Lizzia
Nay, she was beautiful, my noble lady,—
Surpassing wonderful.... "His shining dream
Of ivory and gold," he called her....
Violante [coldly]
What has all this to do with me?
[Relapsing into forgetful eagerness.]
Tell me, where, then, is his Olivia now?
Lizzia
The Plague! He gave her to a doctor's care,
Beggaring himself therefor, as one who loves!