Violante, if you would speak with me,
Stay where you are—I cannot look upon you.
Violante
Not look upon me?
Florio
Nor must you look on me.... I have vowed a vow!
Violante
How strange you are!...
I had thought to rush into your arms!...
Have you forgotten so soon the oaths you took?
[She starts toward him.]
Florio [hearing the rustle of her garment.]
Move one step further and I draw the arras!