Even if she die they are to bring her hither....
Violante
Hither? And all corrupt? Then Death will strike you both!
Lizzia
Lady, I am so old I'd rather sleep
Than walk this sinful, weary world; and be—
He will unshroud her, kiss her lips, and die!
Violante [with great bitterness]
Fie, this our Florio—he has loved before,
And he will love again, and yet again....
Women's beauty he loves, not any woman!
Lizzia
What you have said were true ten days ago—
Do I not know him, Lady?... But a change
Has come upon him that I marvel at—
So great a change in such a little while....
Ah, looked you on them when they were together,
Saw you how he is caught up in her face
And all the beauty of her, you would say
"Here is a love, at last, that climbs from earth to heaven!"
Violante [laughing harshly]